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Chapter 18 - Torture

The door shuts behind them and Cal stands there with the leash dangling down, bent as it leans against his erection and looking coyly at the other wolf.

“Would you … tie me up and …” he gulps slowly and looks at the bed “tickle me?”

Ember feels a strange brand of arousal he’s not felt before. A blend of curiosity, eagerness and affection towards how cute Cal is being. His face expresses this with a curled grin mixed with the sad-happy eyebrows, showing his desire to explore new kinks with this wolf.

“I’d really enjoy that, yeah.” Ember says, stepping forward and reclaiming the end of the leash. “But … I’ll be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Cal’s face lights up. He swings himself around the black wolf’s body, stepping back toward the bed. “That’s ok, I’ll show you.” He sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls out a box from underneath with a bunch of restraints all neatly folded and portioned into designated zones.

“Wow, you have your own? I kinda expected you to go back to the master’s room to get them.”

“Heh, of course. I can’t go pestering the master every time I want to get tied up.” He starts pulling things out of the box. “Not that it happens much,” he adds quietly.

“Does Voigt not do this sort of stuff to you?”

“Sometimes. He likes the bondage part, but is usually more into being serviced. Hess likes tickling me, but usually more to get me in the mood so I can cuddle fuck him for a bit.” Cal starts laying out some things on the bed as he talks.

“I’m starting to get a good picture of what sort of things you all like. Voigt likes to be in charge, Hess likes to think he’s in charge and have it be taken from him, and you … I think like to have more mutual fun.”

“I don’t like to put it all so black and white, but I guess that’s accurate. Because we all like to switch roles occasionally, depending on the mood, y’no?” Cal holds out a cuff and hands it to his dominant, instructing which wrist it should go on.

“Yeah, of course. So … what do you like to do?” Ember asks while strapping the wrist cuffs on, hoping that now they’re alone and in a more horny setting, he will be more open to talk about it.

“Heh, all sorts I suppose. I just like to be a good service boy more than anything.” Cal blushes again and hands over the ankle cuffs, wiggling his toes as they’re attached.

“You must enjoy feet though, I can’t imagine you licked mine clean just because you were told.”

“Well yeah, I have my kinks too,” Cal chuckles and lays back on the bed, spreading his legs apart. “At the end, there are some restraints under the mattress. Pull them out and clip them to my ankles.”

“Right,” Ember says, looking for them.

“I like feet, and they way they smell, and I like sucking dick of course. Tickling ties itself quite nicely to the loss of control, and the foot stuff, and bondage.”

“You like being tied up then huh?” Ember clips on the under-bed restraints to Cal’s ankles and then rummages around the headboard to do the same to his wrists.

“Heh, yeah, quite a lot. Loss of control, again.” He squeaks softly as all the straps are tightened so he can’t pull them away. “I like straight jackets, binders, sacks, cages, rope, suspension … basically anything that denies me freedom of movement in some capacity.”

Ember sits by his captive wolf with raised eyebrows, surprised by how many things he just listed, but also how open he’s being. The throbbing member not even touching his slim belly proving how much he’s enjoying just being tied to the bed.

“Gosh, that’s so much. And the master does all that?”

“He likes bondage. I’ll admit I was jealous when I saw you hanging above the bed, he’s not done that with me in ages.” Cal looks away with a meek smile. “I liked all this stuff beforehand of course, my girlfriend was into it so she would often help me experiment. But since coming here, I’ve been able to try so much more; mostly because a lot of the more niche bondage apparatuses are really expensive.”

Ember nods, and strokes the wolf’s torso, admiring the contrast of colours of black and white as he pushes the fur aside with his fingers. He slides the hand further around to the opposite side and scrapes his claws up his ribs toward the armpit. Cal yelps and giggles softly until he feels the hand pull away. He blushes hard and can’t stop himself from grinning, realising that he might be in a lot of trouble from the look on the black wolf’s face. The claws come down again right on his pit this time and gently scratch the skin under the fur. He writhes in the restraints, laughing and trying to get away from the touches.

“Oh boy … this is a lot of fun” Ember moans deeply, and twirls his digits a few centimetres in the air, deciding where to strike next.

“Eheh … huff” Cal whimpers, trying not to sound too desperately needy but his face and cock debunks all deniability. “What have I got myself into?” He chirrs happily, his tail wagging between his legs.

“I don’t know yet, but I can tell you this much. I think Hess might have been right about me …”

“Oh?” Cal asks, With a head tilt of curiosity.

“I must be an enabler.”

“I think I agree with him.” The bound wolf chuckles and looks at the edge of the bed. “There are … toys … in the box.”

“Oh? What kind of toys?”

“For … tickling.” He mewls nervously, imagining the kind of torment he’s got coming.

“Tickle toys? You mean this shoebox?” He opens it and pulls out a thick-bristled hairbrush. “There’s loads of stuff in here.”

“Eheh … yeah. Oh er … can you … gag me? I don’t wanna keep Hess up.”

“Good idea, I think you’re going to be making a lot of noise.” He pulls out an electric toothbrush which makes the white wolf whimper loudly.

“Huff, you’re getting me really riled,” Cal groans, his cock achingly hard. “There’s a pair of socks in that box. They’re Voigt’s old ones. Stuff one in my mouth and stretch the other over my muzzle so I’m forced to sniff it.”

“So needy.” Ember grins, pulling out the socks. He sniffs them and immediately winces. “Jesus, these are rank. Are you sure?” The tied up wolf nods sheepishly and opens his mouth.

Ember rolls one up and stuffs it in and then folds the other up at the toe-end and presses it against Cal’s nose before stretching it over the muzzle like he suggested. The white wolf immediately lets out a long lustful moan, his eyes rolling back as he takes a deep breath of the trapped musk soaked into the fabric. The heat and moisture of his breath reigniting the old flavours stuck in the weave.

Satisfied that the forced smelling of those well-used socks is exactly what Cal needed, Ember starts pulling out some tools of the tickle torture trade. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he likes the idea of figuring it out as he goes along. He lifts the shoebox up onto the bed and starts pulling things out one by one, making sure the tied-up wolf sees them all. This helps him get a good judge of which one’s work best based on the level of concern on his face.

The thick-bristle hairbrush, electric toothbrush missing its head, shoelace and a sort-of pizza cutter with spikes on the wheel seem to trigger the best responses. Worried about stabbing the wolf, he puts the pinwheel thing back in the box along with a bunch of other stuff and picks up his first weapon of choice, the hairbrush.

Cal makes soft, verbal breaths through the sock as he watches his captor climb off the bed and kneel at the foot, wielding his favourite and most effective tool. The anticipation of it alone keeps him hard as he feels the wolf’s hand hover around his left foot. Even the gentle waft of air coming from his nose waggling a select few hairs at every exhale is enough for him to burst out a ‘ha’ or ‘he’.

Listening to the white wolf make his sweet little noises and watching the toes flex and feet wriggle in their restraints excites Ember. He puts the brush down, thinking that he would enjoy using his rapid-fire fingers a little more before he switches to shotgun tickling. He takes ahold of the back of one of the feet, and rakes his claws backward up the length of the foot from heel to ball and then slotting them into the trough between each toe.

The noise that Cal makes as this happens is unlike anything he has ever heard a werewolf make. It’s somewhere between a squeal and a howl, before ricocheting off the walls in his throat as he breaks into full blown laughter. He writhes and strains, curling his toes as he attempts to pull away, but the strap holding him firmly in place. Only allowed a moment’s peace before his lungs are put to work again as the claws at his feet start from random edges of the foot and glide into a single point in the middle of the sole. A grasping motion that seems to work very effectively.

Ember watches intently, making sure that the bound wolf is still enjoying it, seeing his hands clench and unclench and his body twist and contort. Ultimately, while it is bouncing around from all the movement, his cock is still firm and drooling precum; and strangely, so is his own. He takes this as a sign of encouragement to himself and places the fingers of his other hand menacingly onto the soft flesh of the untouched foot. All at once, moving every finger and the thumb independently and in random orders and directions, the torment is brought down upon Cal’s nerves.

The white wolf shrieks and laughs hysterically, barely able to take a breath deep enough to refuel the queue of guffaws waiting their turn. The hypersensitivity caused by the tickling making every hair on his body register impatiently every time it is disturbed. Even when he’s sure Ember has stopped, the rest of his body is tingling with anticipation, and even the slightest jolt in a sensitive area, like under the knees, sends an onslaught of signals to the brain to tell it how excited those nerves are.

The black wolf leans on the bed, grinning to himself as he watches the white wolf slowly calm down and get a few deep pants in. Albeit doused in the sweat of the damp socks, but there’ll be some oxygen in there at least, he figures. He straightens his back a little, and lifts up the hairbrush, unsure of how much more damage he could do at this point. Cal gains enough energy to lift his head up and notices him pick up the brush. His ears and brows droop into an expression of piteous surrender. He shakes his head nervously and whines through his nose.

“What’s the matter?” Ember queries suggestively, swinging the brush around threateningly like a magic wand. “Worried that that was only ten points of contact and what effect a count of four times that will have?”

Cal gulps, breathing heavily and eventually nods. “Uh huh,” comes the muffled response.

“Or are you more concerned that you might cum if I keep going?”

Again Cal gulps and looks down at his pulsing dick. He whines again and nods slowly.

With all the social interaction he needs, Ember presses the hairbrush down against the sole and forces it up, around and back down in a chaotic circle. The white wolf’s head slams back down on the pillow and his whole body tenses, rearing itself to let out a long, shaky, guttural cackle. His whole leg convulses as the thick, plastic bristles flick at the skin like a tap dancing millipede until it’s made three full circuits around the foot.

Cal continues laughing even after the brush is removed and shifts octave when he feels the sensation brought down on him again on the other foot. He produces squeaky barks as he tries to get full intakes of air in between the long stints of tumultuous laughter. The battle against his senses is brought to an end finally when the brush is pulled away again and settled back down on the bed.

Allowed a minute of respite to let his heart slow down and his body to regain some of its energy, Cal opens his eyes and watches the other wolf pick up the shoelace and toothbrush handle. He howls in stutters as his brain anticipates the danger he’s in, tugging at the restraints even though he knows how much more delicate and helpless it makes him look.

Ember fiddles with the shoelace, having put the toothbrush down, thinking about how he’s supposed to use it. He assumes it must be like flossing and slots the middle of it in the gap after the big toe before tugging it and letting it slip through. The sudden yelp and kick and giggle is enough to tell him he’s doing it correctly and proceeds to thread the whole lace through the toes from end to end.

Once again the laughter picks up, more consistently this time, unlike how the hairbrush seemed to break any sense of rhythm to the outbursts. Each time Ember slips the end of the lace into the next slot of toes and pulls it through, the leg is yanked and a burst of tittering escapes, muffled through the socks. A little unimpressed by the effect, the black wolf finishes a full round of the lace on both feet and lays it down, hoping for more of a reaction from the electric toothbrush.

He grins widely when he sees Cal’s entire body quiver when the button is pressed and the little metal tip begins vibrating. He holds a foot steady and separates the two littlest toes, hearing a barrage of ‘no no no no please’ from the verbal end. The vowels of the third ‘please’ turn to a scream as the jiggling tip makes contact with flesh, carefully so as to not poke too hard. The screams turn to howls of laughter as his foot is pinned and his most sensitive part is tickled very effectively.

Cal twists and arcs his back as he’s forced to hyperventilate verbally. Every movement of the tool between each pair of toes revving his lungs into a more violent gear. His body trying insistently to escape the torturous advances of the black wolf’s vibrating blade. The noises only get more erratic when the tool is moved to the other foot, knowing there are four more slots for it to be fit into before it’s over. But even then, it doesn’t finish as the tool is brought back against the webbing to play the tune in reverse.

Ember draws out the last of it, working the toothbrush around inside the gap slower with each step, ending finally on the little toe, the most ticklish of them all. When he’s finished, he turns off the device and tosses it down on the bed, standing up to observe the quivering mess he’d left frantically huffing and giggling intermittently as the blood returns to his brain.

The fur around Cal’s crotch and lower belly is soaked with pre, with sticky, transparent strands connecting him to his cock all the way down the length. The black wolf towering over him growling lustfully at the sight and also throbbing between the legs. The bed jostles as he climbs on it and straddles his captured wolf rubbing their dicks together.

Cal moans softly, taking long, deep breaths through the socks now very wet with moisture. He feels every touch to his penis like a surge of electric pleasure through his body. He’s been rock hard for so long and over-sensitised from the tickling that he doesn’t even know how close he is to orgasm anymore. He knew he was on the edge at least once, but couldn’t go over from how intermittent the tickling was. Now with this handsome, dominant wolf riding his legs, rubbing his engorged dick against his own, he knows he won’t last long.

“C-close,” he mutters as best as he can through the sock and feels the touches to his dick stop.

“Really now?” Ember says with a menacing undertone, worrying Cal that he might prolong it even further.

“Mhmmh,” the white wolf nods and looks up at the one grinning down at him. He gives his best puppy dog pleading face and whimpers, jiggling his wrists.

“I want to see if you can cum from tickling.”

Cal gulps and stares up at the bigger wolf nervously, watching as his eyes shift to the left and right of his chest, at his exposed armpits. He shakes his head again and is about to mewl his most pathetic ‘no’ when he feels the two hands connect. His head swings back as a powerful roar of laughter escapes his mouth. With his hips pinned to the bed, he’s unable to move his back, so he kicks his legs and arms, and his head jerks.

Ember attacks without mercy, wriggling his fingers relentlessly against the tufts of fur under the arms of the white wolf. He feels they’re slightly damp with sweat from the amount of exercise he’s put this wolf through in the past 40 minutes. But he isn’t deterred by this and moves his hands around all over the pits, up the arms slightly and down at the sides of the rib cage. All-the-while, his cock continues to rub against the Cal’s, adding his own slick to the puddle and making them both very slippery.

The laughter breaks every few seconds to a pant before returning to another burst of guffaws. But as the tickling and grinding progresses, the pants become more frequent. The white wolf clenches his hands and spasms under his dominant as he starts to get dangerously close to his impending orgasm. The muscles all along his legs and arms tense, every nerve going haywire. He moans and grunts, giggling intermittently between and looks up at his tickler as the brink escapes him.

The orgasm that follows is drawn out into a road trip of pleasure and bullying as he continues to be tickled throughout. Cum pours from his cock and instantly covers his belly before the climax of his rapture even takes full effect. His cock hardens to steel as the muscles around his prostate begin to milk it for all it’s worth. He howls while his body sends radiating ripples outward from the crotch as rope after rope of ejaculate shoot from the tip. It isn’t until the sixth shot that Ember finally pulls his hands away and lets Cal’s orgasm roll on unimpeded, knowing that as end draws near, his nerves will step into overdrive.

Panting and moaning, the white wolf’s body jerks limply as the orgasmic waves rush over him like the ocean lapping at a beach. The wolf straddling his legs enjoying very second of it as he watches the whole show. Eventually he pulls away the socks at Cal’s muzzle and starts unbuckling all the restraints at his wrists and ankles so he can properly relax.

“I enjoyed that,” he says casually, putting away the tools he used back in the box, but leaving the soaked socks on the floor, in case they need to be cleaned. For a minute or two, the wolf on the bed fails to respond, and lays still, taking long, deep breaths.

“Huh?” He answers finally with dreamy airiness, turning his head to see the black wolf leaning on the bed and smiling at him.

“I said, are you alright?” Ember asks, softly, stroking Cal’s face, and feeling the cum that hit his chin.

“Oh yeah,” he pants and grabs Ember’s head to pull him in for a kiss. Only short as the kiss is, it lacked no passion and gratitude. “That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

The black wolf blushes and chuckles awkwardly, “Oh heh … you’re welcome. It was really fun.”

“Seriously, that was fucking amazing,” he add and slumps back down on the bed, his hand slapping wetly down on his chest. “Oh.”

“Yeah you … made a huge mess.”

“I’m not surprised,” Cal says, moaning softly to himself as he slides his hand down his body, smearing the cum deeper into his fur and stroking his limp, but still very firm cock. He adds a second hand, running his fingers through the gooey fur, clearly enjoying himself.

“Having fun?” Ember chortles.

“Oh … heh, uhh.” Cal smiles meekly and wiggles his tail a little. “Yeah, I also like gooey stuff a bit.”

“You’re a really kinky guy.”

“Says the kink chameleon.” Cal chuckles and rights himself on the bed, quickly standing up before any of it trickles down onto the sheets. “I better go have a shower.” The wolf picks out a towel from one of his drawers and quickly opens the door. “Oh, please stay, I’d er … really like you to be here when I get back.”

Ember smiles back at the white wolf and nods, watching the door shut and hearing the clacks of claws on wood toward the bathroom.