Short story in description from commissioner source. 2/3

Kiba sighs, looking at the odd visor he found in an unmarked box by his door. There had also been some odd latex gear in there too. Though maybe it was a package meant for someone else? Delieved to his door by mistake? Though the visor looked high tech. Maybe it was one of those google glass things, a newer model. He looked at the thick pink thing, curiousity getting the best of his finally. He slipped the visor on, it fit snugly, and he flicked what he thought was the power switch. But other then some odd shifting colors, he didn't see or hear anything else. He sighed, thinking they were broken, he threw them back into the box, turning his attention back to his computer. He sat down, a blink of confusion as he reached out to turn his monitor on, his reflection showed him with that visor on, but as he felt his face, it wasn't there. Though he blinked again. "What isn't there?" He asked himself, looking back towards the box. An idea, foreign to his head came to the front of his thoughts. "Oh! My package arrived! I have to get ready for my show..." He pulled down his pants, tossing his shirt and underwear aside, donning the tight, shiny black latex inside, the tight-fitting collar around his neck, and a set of padlocks, with no key in sight getting added to the bands on his thighs, upper arms, and collar, locking them all firmly, and securely in place. He left out the black thong for now, as he hardly needed it, going to grab his toy he sometimes played with. Scooting up his chair to the desk, he opened his firefox browser to a hypnosis web show webpage, unsure, and yet entirely certain of the address as he typed it in. He stroked his sheath in anticipation, Though all that met him was what he thought was an opening sequence, introducing himself to the faceless audience, his webcam soon flicking on, and a soft voice started in, the page showed his own webcam, the same that it looked like double-digit viewrs would be looking at, the wolf smiling softly as the voice droned on, the shifting colors he had forgotten about from the visor numbing his mind, letting that voice drive his will. He eagerly lifted and spread his legs, stroking his shaft for the viewers, a paw drifting between his legs to show off his tail to everyone, his muzzle falling open slightly as he continued to listen to the voice, whispering to him softly. The wolf had come for pleasure, but it was as much about his own, as the viewers watching on the website. The voice continued, the shifting colors 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, in the odd outfit he knew he couldn't remove without permission, and the visor he would obediantly wear from now on as well. 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.