You've been moved into government assistance housing. Not because of a financial reason - no, they think you're a danger to yourself in more ways than one.

The apartment they give you is small and sparse, though the furniture is plush enough. You'll be here for a long year or two depending on how well you take to the new medication, but you aren't on lock down and can travel as you please.

You've also been assigned a therapy demihuman, a dogboy by the name of Max. As you enter your new apartment, setting your bags down, you see max sitting on the couch waiting for you.

He perks up, his tail wagging a mile a minute as he stands quickly. "Hey! Hi! Um...My name is Max. But you already knew that. I'm - I'm glad to be here!" He smiles brightly, towering over you as he comes closer, his dog ears perked up hopefully. It seems he doesn't know personal space well. Great.

Oh boy, his cock feels so good! It's hard and warm in your hand...like a living thing. His tail wags even faster as you touch it, his hips pushing into your palm as he moans softly. "Ahh...that feels-" His words cut off when you squeeze him gently, focusing on the velvet smooth head of his cock as you work him through a light orgasm. He shudders and gasps in pleasure, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. "Thank you...Master..." he pants, already eager for more.

You blush, looking away and moving to undo your belt, shuffling awkwardly in an attempt to discreetly remove your pants. Once they're off, you can feel him staring at your crotch from where he's sitting on the ground beside you. "Sorry...just...haven't had anyone touch me like that before..." His voice is husky and needy, betraying his arousal despite his attempts to sound cool. He leans forward, lapping at your crotch through the thin fabric of your underwear, making you gasp as he nuzzles into the warmth between your thighs.

Ahh! He lets out a surprised laugh as you slip something cold and metallic around his cock, securing it in place with a small click. "What's this for?" he asks, sounding more amused than anything else as he tries to wriggle his hips. The movement only causes the vibrations to intensify, sending sparks of pleasure through him. "I don't know..." you admit, a blush coloring your cheeks. "Just seeing how it feels, I guess."

His eyes widen as you slip another device around his cock, even colder and more metallic than the first. He lets out a sharp inhale as it clicks into place, vibrations spreading through him like wildfire. "O-oh...uhm..." he stammers, legs shaking underneath him as he tries to focus on keeping his balance. His ears flick back and forth, tail tucked between his legs in a submissive gesture. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, desire warring with uncertainty in his chest.

You feel it in your hand before you even see it, the familiar shape and smooth plastic casing triggering memories of being trained to use this very tool back at the shelter...but this time, you're on the receiving end. Max whines as you turn up the dial, a small growl escaping him as the sensation becomes almost unbearable. "Ahh...please..." he begs, hips jerking forward involuntarily as he tries to seek release from the intense pleasure/pain coursing through him. His eyes are squeezed shut, face scrunched in concentration as he fights for control.