Short story in description from commissioner source. 1/3

Kiba sighs, pulling down his pants, scooting up his chair to the desk, a long day at work leaving the wolf with some pent up stress to relieve. After a few seconds of contemplation, he opened his firefox browser to google, looking up a hypnosis web show. He stroked his sheath in anticipation, looking through the less interesting links until one caught his eye. He opened the window, interested to see this webcam show. Though all that met him was what he thought was an opening sequence, like a youtuber video, a swirling spiral, and the web show's name. Kiba watched intently, paw stroking his sheath even more, and as his black length poked free, his paw drifted up to it gently. A soft voice started in, introducing themselves, and their show. Though they stated it wasn't THEIR show, but his. His brow furrowed in confusion, though he couldn't place WHY it sounded off. Though the spiral drew his attention back away, his muzzle falling open slightly as he continued to listen to the voice, whispering to him softly. He stripped off his remaining clothes, under the order of the strange voice and that spiral on the screen, after all, he was there to pleasure himself, nothing odd about being naked for that. At it's command, he went to fetch one of his toys from a drawer and return quickly. His webcam blinked on, the voice and spiral ordering him to lift and spread his legs, he did so obediently, and when he was directed to show his tail off to the camera, he did so eagerly still. The wolf had come for pleasure, but it was as much about his own, as the viewers watching on the website, the "currently viewing" ticking up past double digits now. The voice continued, the spiral bore deep into his mind. The wolf had come to pleasure himself ONLY for his viewers, so they can watch and pleasure themselves to him. With a deep, submissive moan, he licked at that canine toy he brought, coating it in saliva for the camera, before lowering it to his rear, slowly pressing it into himself for his now triple digit viewers. And even as he pawwed, showed off his submissive, willing body, spirals in his eyes, and that toy pumping himself, not even by the wolf's own paws anymore, he did it for his viewers, he NEEDED them to watch, he NEEDED to show off for them. And ever still, that voice droned on... "Keep going boy... Stroke and squeeze... 'Stroke' and squeeze... The more the stroke, the more your mind empties. The 'harder' you are, the more my words 'echo'. Your body here to 'show off'... Your cock here to be seen. You MUST be seen, there is no cumming without an audience... There is NO cumming without being 'watched'... You are a 'good boy', and good boys love to show off..." Even after he came, the first time, it urged him on again and again, until his paw, belly, chest, and even his muzzle were well coated with his seed, that toy's knot buried itself into his tail again and again for each orgasm at first, then just pumped back and forth into him for the last few. The show came to an end, and he blinked as the tab closed. Knotted on the toy, covered in his own seed. He wondered at first why that happened, but with the echo's of pleasure, and a weird feeling of being watched sending a tingle of pleasure through his sore, sensitive length, he wondered when the next time he could try and repeat it would be.