Ama laid on her bed, reading - for pleasure, for once. Her homework load was low, she had more than exceeded the required practice-hours on the hospital floors of the Ambergliss building. She had quite a few days in a row to just... relax, take a break, work at her main job at a few nice events...

Her phone beeped. It was a message from Justus - something utterly cryptic.

'Black mask, scars, leather, pale, slender, male, white hair, solo, cock, penis, sounding, needles, blood, pain, masochism.'

'Justus, did you, of all people, just message me your search terms for porn or something?' she replied.

'Figure it out.'

That was his only response.

Figure it out.

Chuckling, she slipped on her AR glasses and set to work. Logically, whatever he was hinting at was pornographic - and the weird shit, too. It didn't shock her that Justus would be into such things. He WAS a twisted little shit, after all.

Still, just searching the words didn't achieve anything except bringing up some... really nice images, some lovely videos and some interesting...

She squinted.

Black mask? Scars?

Leather?

She pulled up his escape video, watching it again, confused. There definitely wasn't any cock or penis in that video, and the video's container wasn't being used to conceal anything terribly interesting. Some details made themselves more apparent to her, but they were exactly the kind of details someone who was specifically looking for something would likely focus on.

So, it wasn't the video or the container - but the metadata was interesting. It contained a hidden list of tags, identical to those he'd sent her, ciphered in a rather obvious way.

"Send me a puzzle and expect me to dissect it, the little shit," she muttered, staring at the tags - and the added message at the end.

'Try harder. <3'

What an asshole.

So, it wasn't the video, searching the tags alone resulted in so many damned results that were unrelated, so she had to figure out exactly what he was...

A dim memory presented itself.

"I like when people watch," she whispered. "It can't be..."

She added one word.

'Black mask, scars, leather, pale, slender, male, white hair, solo, cock, penis, sounding, needles, blood, pain, masochism, LIVE.'

The results were narrowed significantly. He still expected her to do some legwork, of course, but with that in mind, she picked the four largest camsites and quickly searched the tags, leading her to a live stream.

Justus smiled behind his mask, hair a mess, bizarre red-brown eyes wide with excitement. A user had just entered his chat - one of thousands, but this particular user had chosen a name she knew he would recognize.

InterestingGamePlay.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, voice high and soft - far from his usual mode of speaking. No doubt he was concealing how he normally sounded, for some theatrical reason. His shoulders were bare, his neck slender and covered by those chaotically arrayed straps, his-

'Have you? What is this, exactly?'

She felt naked, exposed, even connected to the chat through a dozen layers of obfuscation and security. It felt like standing in the center of a room full of people, and all of them were looking at her naked body - exciting, frightening. The chat was watching.

"Proof that I always win the games I want to win," he replied, letting out a giggle that sent a cold chill down her spine. His eyes were focused, the dilation of his pupils was normal, his breathing was calm and even - he'd done this before, and was comfortable with it.

Which she found shocking when he scooted back from wherever the camera was positioned, revealing his bare chest. It hadn't taken long for him to put some of his lean, softly defined muscle back on. Accelerated healing and a stick-to-your-ribs diet like what Al provided had resulted in rapid reconstruction of his muscular mass. Chances were, he was probably still using the heavy duty vitamin panels on top, as well.

'Do you play like this often?'

"I used to... but it's been so long," he answered, the mask ever so slightly muffling his voice. It turned the strange, feminine tone uncomfortably synthetic in a way that made her toes tingle. How could one person be so fucking creepy, yet so god damn arousing? "I hear you like blood."

'I like a lot of things.'

The lapine was unprepared. His hands moved calmly, drawing a sizable needle into frame - and from there, he carefully positioned it beside his left nipple, staring hard into the camera. His eyes were almost too captivating for her to look away from, even with what was going on below - but the camera panned down, hiding his face. The ugly, unsettling mask hid his neck - but failed to suppress another giggle.

A dark, ugly part of her kicked - something she hadn't felt in a long time.

'Do it, you little shit. You dragged me here.'

"Don't tell me what to do, you loose cunt," he replied, before forcing the needle through. Watching every muscle in his body tense was a delight. Hearing the way he screamed into his mask, low and guttural and agonized...

Ama shifted on her bed, spreading her legs, hand drifting down. Justus...

He was such a god damned monster. How could she not?

The slender male might have been hamming it up, but the way he bent over, panting raggedly after the pain faded... that was real.

She watched, slowly satisfying herself while he drew the large needle out of his nipple, and then worked in a nice, shiny black piercing - a curved bar. The second time, he didn't speak, didn't hesitate - he just forced the needle through and let out that guttural, vaguely feminine scream of agony.

Ama hadn't missed the sound proofing panels on his walls. He'd been preparing for this, and it seemed it was almost entirely for her.

What neither of them knew was that Al could be just as creepy as they could. He sat in his personal office, tiredly watching a movie, when a network warning popped up. It was just the security system, warning him that a large amount of bandwidth (nothing near critical or dangerous) was being used on his network.

He made a mental note to turn that god damned thing off at some point. It was just so annoying, always pestering him about dumb things that just didn't matter. Maybe, he figured, he could finally take up Ama on figuring out a better system to use - and Justus could help.

Still, he was curious.

A large amount of outgoing data wasn't a big deal, but it was quite obviously Justus. The device's name was heavily encrypted, much information about it was concealed or hidden - but the connection was routed through his secured network before going out.

That meant he could find where it was going.

He wasn't terribly experienced, but with a few searches on how to actually identify what it was connected to, he found his way to a website for live streams - so Justus was live streaming in high definition! Well, that was-

The big man's breath caught in his chest. Justus was there, in that god damned mask he'd worn when escaping from his family, mouth laced shut and neck tightly bound, head completely covered up to his ears...

And he was nude, from what he could see. The slender male was knelt on one of his own towels, the good bits just out of frame, fiddling with what was clearly a brand new nipple piercing - blood was still slowly trailing down his chest, the red-black contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

"Oh, fucking god," Al gasped, moving to close it - but he stopped, hovering over the little 'x' in the top right corner. He had to...

Justus was bleeding, he had to make sure he was okay, he couldn't just...

Was it really shocking? The boy had no damned shame about his naked body, he'd just stripped bare in front of Al literally the second time they were in each others' presence... and...

And his hips were so DAMNED wide. Feminine male possals weren't all that uncommon, as far as Al knew - their sexual dimorphism was a bit less pronounced than most of the other breeds, and they tended to lean feminine, though the males often went out of their way to appear-

His mind was babbling incoherently, trying to justify anything, trying to-

"Tell me what you want to see," Justus murmured, voice so soft and sweet, so different than his regular mode of speaking.

'Tags said there would be sounding. Lying is like losing, right? Better show me the goods, freak,' Ama replied, amid dozens upon dozens of other rapidly scrolling messages. Al exhaled slow, trying to force himself to look away, to close the damned window, to-

The camera panned down. Al's heart skipped a beat.

Breeder-types like the possals and lapines had a fantastic habit of being gifted in very specific ways - and Justus was damn sure 'gifted.'

"Good god," Al whispered, eyes wide. The boy was four foot nine... and with some quick, panicked math... "Oh my god, it's like, a sixth his height."

'Measurements?' Ama asked.

"Nine and a quarter... two and three quarters in diameter," he replied, with some pride.

'Impressive. Fuck it, then.'

Al sat back, hand off the mouse, watching in stunned silence as his employee stroked himself, good and slow. He wasn't circumcised, thank god, but being that it was Justus, the cleanliness was downright obsessive - even the thick fur at his groin, one common indicator of a mature male of most breeds, was well trimmed and groomed.

Hell, it looked like he obsessively conditioned it, with how soft and fluffy it was. Al could just imagine...

Justus reached out of frame, and when his hand returned, it was with a thick metal rod - mirror polished. Said rod was so thick that it had to be bigger around than the possal's index finger and...

"Holy actual shit," the big man gasped, eyes wide. Justus's urethral opening was... it looked...

Almost... loose.

That took DEDICATION.

And the rod, with some lubrication, slid right in, prompting tiny, feminine noises of pleasure to bubble from Justus's leather covered mouth. Al struggled with his belt, fingers shaking. It was too much, it was just-

"No, oh god," he muttered, halfway through unzipping his pants. He couldn't! Justus was his EMPLOYEE! He was only TWENTY-TWO!

The woman, however, surrounded by her field of holomonitors, had no issues with a little... self-indulgence. Her perfect little subject was displaying himself, showing the wonderful capabilities of his soft, slender body...

Ama groaned, working her hand faster. She was making a mess, enough of one that she was going to have to change the damned sheets before even considering sleeping.

"G-Gods, fuck... harder," Justus gasped, gripping his thick shaft with a wholly inadequate hand to hold it still. He rammed the rod in deeper, urethra bulging along the underside of his cock, the bulge shifting with each 'thrust.'

With the increased speed, he began to moan - and Al stumbled out of his chair, closing the damned window as quickly as he possibly could.

The big man barely made it to the bathroom before his pants were off, and barely into the shower before he was hunched over, leaned on the wall, stroking himself fast and hard.

"Gods, gods, gods damn it," he growled, teeth gritted. It was inappropriate! He couldn't... FEEL that way! Not about a subordinate, not about Justus, not about-

But god, those moans...

They were so feminine, so bright, so beautiful. He moaned like a fucking vilfus bitch in heat, begging for it to be harder and deeper and-

Ama shudders, slowing. She wasn't going to finish... not yet. Not when Justus was pulling the rod from deep in his enormous cock and then working a medical-glove covered finger into his urethra.

She only knew one other person who could manage to finger their damned cock like that and it still impressed her every time. The sounds he made, too...

'Louder,' she managed to type - and he gripped his shaft, driving his finger in harder, practically howling with pleasure. 'You moan like a girl, you fucking slut.'

"Fuck... You...!" he managed to squeak out, rage burning in his eyes - but she knew, just as well as he knew, that his audience of thousands was captive thanks to his femininity, so the sounds kept coming.

The woman shuddered, spreading her legs wider. Her precious Justus, so small, but so strong... with such a bizarre, beautiful body...

And the blood, tinting his copious amount of fluids faintly pink, smeared all over his chest and stomach-

"F-Fuck... Close," he gasped, eyes fluttering shut a moment as the camera pulled back to show his entire body, including the thigh high black socks he'd donned over the soft gray fur of his legs - and then, they snapped open. He looked hard into the camera. Ama found herself transfixed by his intense, startling glare. The woman shuddered, looking deep into his eyes. Al turned his head, staring at the holomonitor he'd pulled up, installed so he could watch movies in the bath - or watch Justus.

The trio, separate and unaware of each other, stared into Justus's eyes as his head tilted back. He literally looked down his nose at them, the intensity of his gaze making it abundantly clear who was in control.

And he came, moaning like a whore while glaring into the camera, masked and scarred, so utterly bizarre that no one could manage to look away even as they came with him - how could they not? He practically commanded it with his glare, roared at them to finish and-

Ama let her hand fall to the side, panting. Al shuddered under the cold water - and then reached over, turning it to hot, as the chill had failed to achieve what he'd hoped. The woman slouched in her chair, amused to think that the entire reason she kept a change of clothes at work was because of Justus.

The slender male drew his finger from his cock with a wet sucking noise. With his dry(-ish) hand, he tugged the leather lacing from his mouth, baring his soft, feminine lips. Idly, his other hand's index finger slid back into his shaft.

"I fucking win," he whispered. The camera feed cut off.

Ama shuddered.

He was right.

He'd fucking won. He'd startled her so bad that she had no idea how to even respond to what he'd done.