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Those swaying hips, that swinging tuft of a tail, Zorua knew he had eyes locked onto them and he played it up for all it was worth. Zoroark was trailing behind, arms tied behind his back, watching his son's rear intently as they entered into his bedroom. This kind of teasing had been going on almost all day long, and it was driving Zoroark nuts - his dick had been erect and leaking pre all over the place, pre that he'd generally had to clean up, usually with his tongue. With his hands tied, he hadn't been able to stroke himself, and Zorua had forbidden him to touch anything else with his cock, no matter how awkward it might be getting around some things in the way. Training to handle arousal without getting off, Zorua had said...not that it mattered whether that was true or not, he complied all the same.

But now they were entering the bedroom, where things typically changed. He didn't know what Zorua had in mind - he never did, his son came up with things to surprise him all the time. Maybe it would give him a chance to get off, or maybe it would keep him achingly aroused for even longer. The only way to find out was to let Zorua do his thing...and he was excited to find out what it was.

Zorua shut and locked the door behind him, grinning cheekily at Zoroark. "Up against the wall." Zoroark dutifully complied, leaning back against the wall and waiting patiently. He said nothing...even though he wasn't gagged, Zorua had him in one of his silent periods again, and he knew he was meant only to listen and obey. Still, he couldn't quite stifle a moan as he felt Zorua's fingers brush over the wet tip of his dick.

"Hah, how long have you been hard? Seven hours now? Not bad. But you're gonna have to learn to stop leaking all over the place." One of Zorua's fingertips pushed slightly into the tip of Zoroark's shaft, getting a shudder out of the larger Pokémon, his muscles rippling as the wave of pleasure raced over him. "If you don't, I'll just have to stick a plug in here and teach you a lesson...you think you've been backed up before, you don't KNOW backed up. Might want to think on that for a bit..."

Zoroark nodded, eyes shutting tight. He knew the moment it was suggested that it was going to happen - Zorua rarely if ever threatened anything without following through on it. And given he didn't really know how to stop himself from letting loose the leaky liquid, and Zorua almost certainly knew that...he remained as still as possible as his master's claw scratched a bit inside his urethra, before pulling out rather quickly, leaving a mild heat from the friction that made him shake.

"Eyes open." On command, Zoroark opened and looked down at Zorua, whose hand was now lightly stroking over the big dick, teasing him just enough to keep him whimpering but not get him any closer to release. "Good boy. Now starts the fun part." Now his free hand reached behind Zoroark and undid the knots in the bindings, freeing his pet's hands. "You don't get to touch yourself until I say so...if you do, I'm tying you up again and you get to have the worst case of blue balls yet. And it goes without saying that you can't cum just yet, or I'll make sure it gets even worse than blue balls."

No idle threat, that - Zoroark knew that anything he promised, he would do. As soon as he was able to, he planted his hands against the wall, not daring to let them touch his needy cock. All he could do was try to control himself while he was teased and toyed with by Zorua. His chest was heaving, body shaking as he tried to restrain his pleasure from even the light contact he was getting. Oh, it was tough, but he'd had to learn ridiculous measures of self-control in his time as a pet...the more he was put through his paces, the better he got. That didn't help him keep his precum from dripping out, though...

"Hee hee...you're deliciously messy today. Do I turn you on that much? Do I make you that crazy horny?" Zorua's hand slowly trailed down to the big fox's knot, rubbing it and squeezing the bulbs, forcing a sharp inhale from Zoroark as he dug his claws into the wall. "I'll bet you're just about at the end of your rope...it's been such a long time, and you've had such a sexy sight to look at during all that time..."

No response from Zoroark again, at least not consciously; his body language and heavy pants probably counted, though, given that they were an obvious sign of his arousal. The squeezing on his knot was rapidly pushing him to the edge, but Zorua stopped before his throbs could grow out of control, instead transferring to rubbing his thighs and balls - not quite as stimulating and hard on his control, but still a trial. Having to look at it all happening was only making it worse, seeing what was tormenting him and being unable to do anything about it.

"What did you look at most on me? My cute twitching ears, flicking this way and that? My delightful furry ruff, perfect for taking in your jaws and pinning me close to you? My muscular, yet curvaceous torso? My sexy paws?" Zorua snickered as he scratched lightly along Zoroark's taint. "Hah, I can't even pretend. Of course it was my delicious ass. I can't blame you, that is the best part of me. Bet you'd love to touch it, grope it, spread it out..."

Zoroark's breathing was quickening; nothing Zorua had said was exactly deniable. His son had a nice, pert rear that was probably the best of the household. Sure, there were bigger...Lopunny's was more booty than just about anyone could handle, for sure. But Zorua's was luscious not just because it was nice and full, but because it matched him almost perfectly. There were no shortage of household members who envied it...even he rather wished he had one like that.

Oh, and he knew how to use it, too...Zorua's sneaky smile was the only warning he got, before he pulled away from Zoroark, turned, and rubbed his ass right up against Zoroark's big, leaky cock, which suddenly got extra leaky. Zoroark had to bite his lip to keep from whimpering...those globes were massaging his dick so nicely, and that little short tail was brushing back and forth, sending a buzz that almost reminded him of a vibrator against the flesh of his shaft. If there was any more exquisite torture, any more strenuous test of his ability to control himself and hold his pleasure back, Zoroark certainly couldn't think of any.

"Heh heh...does my big puppy like that? Does he love the feel of my little tail whipping back and forth along his cock, and getting his precum smeared all over my tight little rear?" Zorua was milking it for all he could; there was nothing more fun than pushing Zoroark right to the edge of his breaking point, especially if he could get his father's resistance to fail and enjoy a round of punishment. The drippy dick was stroking between his cheeks with the halting, unsteady motions of someone desperately trying to hold themselves back and not entirely succeeding. And Zorua was making sure to push back and encourage him, driving Zoroark closer and closer to the edge.

Until finally he could feel the fox teetering, his cock starting to throb with aching need...and he pulled away, leaving Zoroark a quivering mass against the wall as he desperately tried to get himself back under control. It took a moment for Zorua to notice his own flush; he too was hard, starting to dribble a bit at the tip, and the desire to get off was building in him as well. It took him a bit to get himself back under control as well...he didn't want to end this that soon, he wanted to tease more. And now he knew just how to do it.

He padded over to the bed and got on, settling down on his knees and getting into a suitable position. His cock was bent back, pressed down into the covers; he sighed a bit as he felt the touch of the fabric against the sensitive flesh. Just above, his round ass was on full display for Zoroark to see. He looked back to see Zoroark staring at him; he seemed to have backed away from the edge, though he was obviously still hard, and clearly was pent up. Just the way Zorua liked him, really...because it made draining him all the more fun. And there was draining to be had, for sure.

"Good boy...now it's time for your reward." Zorua wiggled his ass and rocked back and forth a bit, frotting his dick against the bedcovers, spreading pre all over them. "I want you to stroke yourself...and imagine you're pounding my tight ass for all it's worth. Slamming your fat cock in like you're breaking me...like I'm the bitch slut and you're the master getting your new toy properly acquainted. Better not...rush it, because you're only getting it once."

Zoroark's heart was pounding. He couldn't get his hand on his cock fast enough...but heeding Zorua's words, he restrained himself, starting with a very gentle pumping along the length of his shaft. And he started letting his mind go...letting it run places it rarely had the chance to go. He wasn't much of a dom by nature, but he had his urges like most...and he rarely had a chance to get into Zorua, usually it was the other way around. On rare occasion, Zorua had allowed him, but inevitably it was with Zorua in charge, controlling the pace and not letting him have much control. Even on the unlikely chance that he did give Zoroark a bit more leeway, Zorua still always had the edge...never had he let Zoroark go to town on him, bend him over and nail him, cede that power over their encounters. His strokes started to increase in speed and tension as he imagined that happening...he couldn't deny, even just once, it would be a treat.

Zorua could hear Zoroark's breathing pick up, could see him start to really work himself over, and he snickered quietly. He was rocking back and forth at a good clip, pushing his rear up to tease Zoroark further while he got off on the covers, energetic squirts of precum firing out regularly. He wondered what was going through his father's mind...maybe the same thing that was going through his own. The idea of the Zoroark grabbing him, gripping him tight, plunging that cock in and pounding him mercilessly, making him yowl and beg and cum so hard, until that massive knot wrecked his tailhole and he unloaded deep inside Zorua, a mammoth volume of cum that would rival even Garchomp's.

Oh, he was tempted. Fuck, was he ever tempted.

He'd been a little tempted ever since he'd gotten gangbanged in the shower, by so many Pokémon even he had lost count. Azelf had been there, making sure he was used thoroughly...he was almost certain that Azelf had planted the idea in his head, the devious elf. Some days it was stronger than others...today was one of the strongest yet, probably second only to the day after he'd dreamed about it actually happening. Snapping on a collar, ordering Zoroark to pound him and treat him mercilessly, completely giving up control for...however long, he couldn't remember, all he remembered was having a severe case of morning wood and sticky sheets. Even thinking about that was ramping up his arousal...

He didn't have any plans to actually do it...not imminently, anyway. That wasn't just something one could walk back, and if he ever did break down and let it happen, there was no chance it wouldn't start happening more and more, he was certain of it. Passing the point of no return was a bad idea, especially when he enjoyed their current positions so much. That didn't make the ideas any less sexy, though...which might be a good thing, because he knew Azelf, tricky fucker that he was, could easily make it happen if he wanted to.

Zoroark was bucking a bit into his strokes now, almost moving in time with Zorua, imagining that he was inside his son right then and there. The strokes were getting really powerful, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to moderate himself any longer...he just had to make the most of what time he had. With a groan, he ramped it up, roughly rubbing his meat staff, claws scraping along the veins, the throbbing intensity returning to him once again. And this time he let it sail over, a deep rumble emerging from him as he finally shot off. Huge dollops of cum shot out over the floor, splattering down in long streams; his pent-up cock had plenty to give, firing shots that almost reached the bed, and spreading buckets of musky seed all over the place.

And Zorua wasn't that far behind; the mental imagery and caress of his dick was twining together to reach a point where he too couldn't hold back. He managed to stifle a moan as he shot off on the bed, splattering the covers with his seed all over the place. He had no worries about making a mess - these covers had seen so much action that they were pretty much permanently stained anyway. The heavy pulses soaked in, staining the bed with wetness that spread underneath him as well as behind him; so much that it started to puddle a bit rather than soaking in, leaving him slightly in a pool of his own fluids.

At the end of it, the two foxes were left panting, sweaty, a bit fuzzy in the heat of the room and their separate desires. Finally, Zorua pulled himself upright and left the bed, smirking and chuckling at the mess on the floor. "Well, someone had a lot to offer...you'd think your balls would be so swollen. They'd think I'd inflated your scrotum again. I'd make you clean this up yourself, but, I think I'll leave that for a certain other someone."

Zoroark's ears twitched. A certain other someone? He was definitely interested; it was hardly unlike Zorua to have plans upon plans, but he always managed to change things up somehow. And true to form, when Zorua opened the door, the other someone was right there waiting, almost as if on cue. Things certainly weren't finished yet...and he had no idea where they were going to end up.