Just Like One of your Stories
Uh oh..who's on Druff's dungeon table tonight...could that be...yes it is...none other than Hawk the wolf!
Just Like In One of Your Stories
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Once the gas mask went on, Hawk's world became dark and he could only rely on the other senses still left to him. There was the feel of the rubber, covering much of his body, wherever leather didn't take over, clinging onto his heavy muscled frame. The scent of rubber came in with each breath and with the characteristic rattle of air being drawn through a ribbed hose. He was almost sure he could feel the metal-capped tip brush against his chest when he was thrown onto the table.
Just a single bark and the big black wolf was still. The surface underneath him was sparsely padded and solid. He hadn't been shown the setup before the play had started, partially because Hawk had requested a surprise, on the other hand because apparently 'good boys don't ask questions'
Hawk wanted to be a good boy.
The thick leather, the rubber, the feel of the strong paws he knew to be covered in outrageous, threatening, black latex that manipulated him into place and pulled on the leather straps that secured him into place.
'Good boys don't try to run away.'
He wasn't about to run. Thick rubber pants and a shirt zippered up and oiled, a leather harness, even more leather in the straps and other articles of bondage that made sure that the black wolf was not moving another inch without being given the permission to do so by his new Master.
The tiger had been an unexpected temptation, bold, direct and forward.
Hawk's ears flattened when he heard the creak of metal, some sort of a mechanism that made the platform underneath him tremble a little. Then he felt tugging on the insides of high thighs. The foot end of the platform had split and was now spreading his legs apart!
Hawk grunted into the oily, dank mask. He imagined himself on some sort of a surgical contraption, legs spread as if he was meant to give birth on it, tied down so that he would not move and try to lunge at the masked captors surrounding him.
The black wolf knew there was only one, though. Leather pants, harness, those gloves that still tugged on things and made steel buckles click and clink. Every tug of leather added pressure onto his chest, his thighs, his legs, the arms that were secured to his sides. His fingers were well wrapped in thickly padded leather inside the mittens that were tightly bound onto his wrists. He wouldn't have been able to untie any of the bondage put on him even if he had managed to free one of his arms.
The helplessness rubbed him the wrong way, but Hawk also knew that he was very much wrong in the head and that the very fact made his cock hard terribly hard inside the obscene rubber pants. He was sure that his balls were already foaming with all the sweat they had produced once he had been zippered up into them.
The air flowed through his hose with an even further hiss.
"I know you are one for gadgets, wuff," came the tiger's voice, annoyingly calm, "I've been testing this all week, and I hope it will work...though I shall be glad I won't have to look at myself...I'm sure I look fucking ridiculous with this on..."
Hawk didn't know what the tiger was saying. Another secret was going to be sprung on him.
Suddenly the darkness wasn't quite so dark after all. He realized he could see something, but what popped in front of him was not perceived by his own eyes. He was seeing what the tiger did, more or less, looking down at the rubber and leather-bound from of Hawk on the platform. Masked, tied down, with the breathing hose curling down over his chest and to the side for unobstructed flow
of air.
Hawk flicked his tail, which he was still free to do so, and while he felt himself do so, he could see his own black tail swish on the bound creature on the table.
"Heh...I'm sure you've figured out how this is working now..." the tiger murmured, "setting up those LCD screens into the gas mask was not an easy task. But now you see everything I see..."
The voice came from somewhere beyond the musky, rubber-filled world that existed inside Hawk's sweaty bondage implements. The black wolf laid on the platform and felt his breathing quicken while the tiger - and the wolf - stared down on the wolf. Every detail was taken in, the buckles, whole rows of them, over those thick thighs, or the footpaws that retained the huge reinforced leather boots that the tiger had told him to put back on once the rubber pants were in place.
"I'm sure you are wondering what will happen next, wuff...perhaps you'll even be able to guess."
_"Hrghhhh..."_came the flow of air through Hawk's hose.
The tiger's head turned, and so did the point of view camera as well. Hawk felt briefly disoriented by the movement he witnessed with his eyes while the rest of his senses became confused by the lack of other stimuli. He knew he might get motion sick if it went on for very long.
"...maybe...this..."
The tiger's gaze landed onto a steel cart where objects laid, covered by a black cloth. Something particularly large created an outline underneath it that the wolf could see as well.
"...this..."
The tiger's paw came into view, black rubber covering its digits that lifted the corner of the cloth. Something black, and enormous, was revealed from under the cover.
"I'm sure you've made acquaintance with one of these before."
Hawk growled at the teasing words. He recognized a horse cock when he saw one. Thick as his wrist and at least a foot long.
"Whoops!"
It literally drooped while the tiger's paws picked it up and held it up. He made sure to take a really good look at the horse dong that wobbled in his grip in all of its silicone glory. It was truly a great piece, carved down to the last detail of the median rings, piss slit, everything just perfect from balls to the enormous tip.
Hawk's asshole clenched reflexively. He began to growl and sweat even more. Just seeing the huge toy made him think about the possibility of getting his ass split open with something like that, and with him being unable to do a thing about it. The tiger seemed dirty enough to do something like that.
He'd known tigers who did things like that.
"Ggrrhrhrh!"
The tiger dropped the rubber cock onto Hawk's belly.
He could _feel_the fucking weight of the toy there, close to his own dick that kept on throbbing away, horsecock danger or not.
"I'm sure you'll dainty little button will be more than capable."
A quick, disorienting glance to the little side table brought out a tub of lube. A rattling noise and the feel of lessened pressure on Hawk's rump told him that the zipper on the ass section of the rubber pants had been opened.
"...after all...everyone knows what you are, wuff..."
What was Hawk, anyway? Thinking started to become a secondary function when all his eyes saw were black fingers becoming shiny with the stringy lube and soon he felt one of those digits poking away at his hairy crack.
"GHHTRRUFF!"
"Your asshole seems to appreciate the idea."
Of course Hawk couldn't control what his asshole did, he thought, when a total of two fingers began to massage slickly on his ass.
"...although might regret it later. I'm sure there are complications to taking something of this size."
The fingers poking at Hawk's asshole made his tail swish. The tiger let out a cross growl at the feel. Hawk barely saw the tiger's paw grabbing onto the dildo before it smacked him onto the balls and cock
"GRUHHH!"
The wolf's howl-growl came out as a massively distorted noise of anguish over his bruised nuts. His breathing grew into heady hyperventilation that made the gas mask hose vibrate. The pain was intense but brief and dropped into dullness eventually, after a few moments that passsed.
"Nobody told you can have opinions for now, wuff!"
The tiger brandished the horse cock again. Hawk's asshole pursed up at its very sight. The fingers that dug onto it felt that move, and made the tiger laugh.
"Getting scared of a little peepee?"
Hawk's own cock pulsed strongly in its rubbery prison.
"Hmppph. Pussyboy..."
Hawk growled, because big bad black wolves growled when someone told them that they had been reduced to nothing but a pussy.
"For a moment I'm sure you even bought it..."
Hawk let out a cross huff. The tiger laughed at the very noise. The horse dildo disappeared from the view.
"...heheh...I think you probably deserved it. I think you'll deserve something else I have in mind..."
The tiger took something else out and held it up, as if trying to show it to the wolf lying down on the bench. Hawk saw it from the bizarre reverse angle where the tiger was looking at his masked self, and the black wolf saw himself on the background even when the stripey fellow was mostly concerned on what he held on his paw.
It was black, too, as was Hawk, and the light was quite low, which meant that there was only so much he could see before the tiger turned the object and its shape became more familiar. It made him snort, confused, and a little bit intimidated too.
The tiger turned the object about and made sure to show the wolf how he dipped it on the tub of lube and then used his fingers to anoint it with the sticky stuff.
"Oh, I know about that little episode you wrote about...your autobiographical stories are so very entertaining, and I always find myself going back to a particular little vignette...about our confused, black pup Hawk and his feline friend..."
Hawk stared at the sight of the hairbrush on his eyes, seen through the tiger who now brandished it almost like the dildo before. It managed to look almost equally dangerous, although Hawk knew that the solid, cylindrical handle was only a fraction of the size and girth of the toy the tiger had suggested he would use before.
"...perhaps you'll be able to tell me how to contact this Clyde character...I am sure he would appreciate this thing..."
The round tip rubbing on Hawk's sweaty taint felt like a cock trying to nudge its way into place, seeking entry into his ass. Hawk didn't really get fucked, not recently, at least. His anal pleasures were private and consisted of him, his poppers, and his toys.
Now there were no chemicals, and no rubber, just the weird item that looked more like it belonged to some granny's paw rather than inside a black wolf's ass.
"...I'd pay to see it, you know...your face when there's suddenly a fucking hairbrush handle up your ass and you did not expect it..."
He nudged the tip of the brush against the wolf's hole, as if threatening to shove it right in. He let it rest there, on the wolf's hairy gates.
"I imagine you don't get too many surprises...you like order too much...and have to put yourself into really fucked up circumstances to get what you really want...the unexpected..."
Hawk flapped his tail again. He wasn't even sure whether was in protest or trying to provoke the tiger into thrusting the stout brush up his butt.
"Maybe I should get the horse cock back and see if that is a better match for your appetites, wuff."
Hawk gnawed his teeth together inside his gas mask.
"...surely you could take it..."
'maybe with a fuckload of poppers and some good luck', the black wolf thought.
"...or maybe a more fine touch is required."
The tiger truly did make reality of his threat. The lubed hairbrush handle was roughly shoved against Hawk's asshole. He might've not been much in the business as of late when it came to his ass, but the slick plastic tube sank in deep and sent him into a growl when his muscles got stretched every so suddenly and then they clenched down.
The very first move of his bowels pushed the hairbrush handle against his prostate. It felt like being poked in his belly button with a thumb, but from within instead of the normal way.
Normal.
Hawk's cock throbbed and the one thing in his mind at the moment was the fact that there was nothing normal about having a hairbrush up his ass.
Sodomy.
His eyes were the tiger's eyes, and they looked at the hairbrush that jutted out of Hawk's ass. The spikes with the little balls on the ends, meant to stroke against your skin pleasantly, wobbled a little when the clenching of Hawk's muscles made the whole thing bounce.
"Not exactly a hawwwshecock but it does the job."
Hawk growled. The tiger was mimicking the way Clyde pronounced that word, all those years ago when he'd told Hawk that the wolf had a cock like a horse, and that he messed around with his own ass all the time.
"I think now I might see just how much you can take..."
The tiger grabbed the brush and began to fuck Hawk's ass with it. His prostate got mashed when the blunt tip pushed onto it. The tiger was actually tilting the whole thing so that it would stroke along the inner wall of his ass before it met with his swollen gland.
GRRRRR...
"...although doing this might get a bit boring...I don't want to get a carpal tunnel syndrome to my paw when I'm not even shoving it up your ass..."
The lurid words made Hawk growl. The tiger's eyes turned onto something else altogether, a plastic box.
"I'm afraid this will take some preparation...maybe that is fine. Anticipation...only makes the wait all that longer."
The tiger moved and it made Hawk wish he wasn't going to barf into the gas mask. Looking at the tiger's paws helped a bit, even with the background spinning. He lifted the box onto the table and opened it. Out came a power cable, black rubber, a hose...a clear plastic cylinder with something yellow inside it.
Hawk's insides coiled around the hairbrush and made his cock jump inside his pants. He had an idea of what it was. He'd seen the videos, he'd browsed for it online, and he had seen the price tag that had precluded him from buying one.
"My son tells me that you dream of something like this. Maybe a demonstration is required."
Hawk began to growl almost continuously. The tiger fiddled with the machinery and the cables for what felt like an eternity, especially with a hard cock and a stupid hairbrush in his ass and making him feel weird ass strange for it, too.
He felt relief when the tiger opened another zipper and let his cock plop out of the rubber pants. It barely had the time to land onto his rubbered stomach before the tiger grabbed him and gave his tool a stroke that covered it with the goopy lube.
"...don't think for a second that you'll get away easily...or get off easily..."
The tiger growled and chuckled, making Hawk's gut clench.
The plastic sleeve covered his shaft. The rubber ring squeezed on its base when the cylinder was secured into place. The tiger even had hooks on the ceiling so that he could set up the straps to keep it upright and in place and reduce the risk of the device running away while it would bounce on a straining wolf-cock.
"You can tell me to stop it any time, wuff...but I won't."
Hawk's ears flattened when the machine let out a whirr, with the compressor priming up before the first suctioning pass happened, then another, and the cylinder began its inevitable movement over Hawk's slick shaft.
"...I'll start off easily...just for you, wuff..."
The tiger looked at the milker that now slurped steadily away on Hawk's member. He knew the wolf would enjoy watching it, even with the knowledge that before heaven, there would be a hell to pay.
"...maybe I'll even paddle your balls for ya if you're a really good boy, wuff."
He laughed again.
The wolf growled again. His breathing was already starting to quicken up, rattling through the ribbed hose.
In...out...much like the up and down of the milker, so ruthlessly efficient in what it did.
And where were the tiger's paws...he could no longer see them.
"UMPH!"
The hairbrush, of course.
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