Home At Last
Zack isn't the kind of Doberman who likes to be kept waiting, and when he's had a stressful day at work, nothing makes him feel better than getting right to business. Rivard is his target almost every time!
Barely having a chance to make his way to the restroom after a busy shift at work, Zack comes home to see that Rivard is still kneeling on a towel and bound to the wall, showing utter obedience to the orders he was given. His reward is to be bathed with everything that Zack was saving from his shift that evening, but it isn't just a golden stream that he's forced to take, as Zack grips the poor otter by the tufts of his hair and forces him to gag around his cock.
Of course, if you know Rivard, you know that he's loving every second of the rough treatment.
As always, read, comment and enjoy!
Rivard and Zack weren't exactly strangers to each other.
They'd been involved before, but the otter was under the impression that Zack was going to treat him as a dime-per-dozen bottom, even after the speech that Zack gave him that day.
It was more than long-winded, and in it, Zack claimed Rivard as his property. He made it clear that if the otter was going to hang around, it wasn't going to be on some kind of a temporary basis; Rivard was going to belong to Zack in every sense of the word, making him little more than the sexual property of a twisted Doberman.
Somehow, Rivard thought it was nothing more than bravado at the time, and now, he couldn't decide if he was more overwhelmed with regret or excitement at the prospect of being wrong.
"You didn't even try to move? Hmmph...this is hardly worth my effort, if you're just gonna sit there and take it."
Another long night and busy shift at the bar meant that Zack was home to his messy, cluttered apartment rather late, and the entire time he was gone, Rivard was left sitting in the dark, deprived of food, water, or stimulation. His eyes were blindfolded, and his knees were shaking from the strain of staying upright, though he was given some assistance with that, as a chain looped out from the wall and wrapped menacingly around his neck.
The motivation to stay in his submissive position was greatly enhanced by the concern that the chain might be truly dangerous to his health, though he didn't figure Zack would put him in such a situation...of course, he'd been wrong about the Doberman before, and the loud, powerful WHAM of the bedroom door slamming behind Zack's powerful wrist left Rivard to squeak and bounce in place, shivering with a fresh sensation.
Before, his knees trembled from exhaustion. As he felt Zack creeping closer, able to his his footpaws send a creak through the floor, he quivered with fear. He could smell grease and booze on Zack's body; it was obviously a long night at the bar, and Rivard knew that Zack didn't smell from consumption, but from cleaning up the messes of idiotic drunks.
That usually meant at least a few hours of being placed across the lap of the canine and having his ass beat, but Rivard didn't feel the chain loosening on his neck, and Zack didn't seem to be intent on moving the otter whatsoever.
"I had to train some new guy at work this evening. Made a freakin' terrible mess of the place, got it all over me, too..." Zack droned on as he tossed his jacket into one of the countless piles of clothes in his bedroom. "Didn't really have a chance to go to the can tonight, go figure...good thing I was able to hold out long enough to make it home. Would have been a real shame to waste all of this."
The pressure on his bladder was unreal, and Zack let out an immediate sigh of relief, just from unbuckling the belt around his waist. Rivard's ears twitched at the sound, and his lower lip trembled as he realized why he'd been forced to kneel on a towel before Zack left that afternoon. It probably should have been obvious, but it was never entirely clear why Zack did what he did. The canine was unpredictable and deceptively intelligent, and sometimes, he'd set up a scenario just to make Rivard think it was coming.
It wouldn't have been the first time that the otter spent the entire day waiting for a certain outcome when Zack returned home, only to find that the script had been flipped at the last moment. The mental games that Zack played were simple, but effective, and in as much, Rivard was actually giving the Doberman a little too much credit, no doubt by his own design.
"Hmmph. Don't even have the patience to keep your mouth shut the whole time?" Zack claimed, as Rivard's body was nearing a point of exhaustion. His shaking, quivering lip was dropping from the same, until it appeared as though he was overly eager for the obvious outcome.
Normally, Zack would have pushed the otter to work a little bit harder for it, but after depriving Rivard of basic, physical needs for such a long time, he knew that his favorite submissive was on the brink of collapse. Pushing him any further really might be dangerous.
"All right, all right...open wide, kid. I know you need a drink," Zack ordered, and though it was a small spark of excitement, Rivard's lip curled into a tiny smile as his muzzle opened wide. His tongue hung out and over his chin, and the moment it was exposed to the air, he could taste something salty and mildly bitter on the flexible muscle.
Trickling and golden, Zack's urine spilled over Rivard's lower lip and dripped over his chin, en route to splashing down upon his neck. Though it was rare that Zack would give Rivard such a treat, he always made sure to save up an excess when he did, and something about the act was enjoyable on both ends, to the point that Rivard likely would have been sporting a stiff, full cock...if his wasn't trapped in a tight, unforgiving cage.
He could still feel the flowing warmth of his own essence spreading to his manhood and trying to force it to expand against the restraints of the cold, harsh metal, but it was only able to expand so far before the confines were filled. The discomfort might have been too much for some to handle, but Rivard not only took it like a champ, but thrived in the sensation, as his open maw let out a quiet, desperate moan of delight. He only wished that his blindfold would be removed so that he could see the bright, tapered tip of Zack's canine cock and the golden stream that poured from it, but he knew that he'd never be able to behave well enough for that.
His moan was even a step over the line, and Zack grunted with frustration the moment the sound reached his ears. "You're still finding a way to enjoy this? Damn...I am really gonna have to fuck your world up to break you, aren't I?" he asked, as he took a grip at the base of his own sheath and stepped forward. Rivard could feel the warm spray of pee staining his cheeks and running down his back, and he failed to adjust as Zack stuffed the tip of his member right into the otter's muzzle. Though blindfolded, Rivard's eyes shot open in shock as Zack's pawtips ground themselves tightly into tufts of green headfur and twisted, taking a tight grip and forcing the otter to embrace the musky scent of his warm, sweaty crotch.
It made Rivard lightheaded, and the otter did everything he could to gulp down the last of the piss that was offered, but even when he felt the last drops against the roof of his maw, Zack kept his cock there, and it began to grow with anticipation as the Doberman propped his leg up on the edge of the bed. Even before he was stiff, Zack was thrusting away at Rivard's face, and the otter was still swimming in the dreamy sensation of being used as the canine's personal toilet when he felt the heated, growing flesh filling out his muzzle.
Barely conscious but dedicated to the last breath, Rivard kept as tight of a seal as he could around Zack's canine manhood as it continued to grow against his tongue. "I hope you know that you're wiping all of this up later...I don't fucking care how tired you are," Zack reminded the poor, exhausted otter, and Rivard nodded by virtue of his head being forced to bob against quick, powerful thrusts. His throat opened with ease, and managed to take the dripping, drooling tip of Zack's member as the canine's body switched gears. Zack had the endurance to last for hours if he really wanted to, but when there was nothing to prove and a comfortable bed calling his name, he could finish almost as fast as he wanted.
He'd never tell Rivard just how amazing it felt to feel the slick, moist muscle of his tongue wrapping around the very top of his bulging knot. He didn't dare to compliment his submissive in such a way, knowing what kind of confidence that might breed.
He'd happily allow the otter to feel how much it was the truth, however, as a content, satisfied grin spread across Zack's own muzzle. He gave a quick buck forward with his hips, and Rivard tilted his head back as he did everything he could to orally accept the incoming knot.
Streaks of cum splashed against the back of his throat and poured right down into his stomach, and without so much as a thought, he swallowed every drop that Zack had to offer. He was nearly unconscious on his knees, but he was trained to perfect obedience...a fact that made his master all too proud.
"Every drop..." Zack grunted, always biting back on the sounds he wanted to make, in a vain desire to make Rivard work that much harder. "Take e-every drop...and then it's right to bed with you," his voice faded into a whisper, one that Rivard likely never heard as Zack pulled his member free, followed by a flood of thick, heated canine cum, spilling over Rivard's chin. The towel on the floor caught the excess as Zack rolled his eyes, seeing that Rivard had worked himself to the brink once again...but he smiled all the same, as he knelt down next to the otter and uncoiled the chain from his neck.
He'd never dare to say it while Rivard was awake, but Zack murmured, "I guess you've earned a day off," under his breath, as he leaned down to the floor with his soaked, defeated pet.