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I whine. I whine like I need it more than life itself, even though I know that is a lie. I need my life more than anything else, but right now I would like to forget that fact. I want to feel something else than my current predicament. The cage grasping my manhood is itching, and it has been itching all week. I need it to come off.

"Hush wolf. I already know what you want, and I can't do that. You told me when it could come off," Ezra remarks, looking up from the book he is reading. I got it for him a month ago, as a wedding gift. Tonight is one of the few times he's been able to sit down and read it.

I pull at the soft leather cuffs that have me tied to the footboard of the bed. "We agreed, it would be tonight," I plead. I haven't been able to get my hands on my shaft except in the mornings when he lets me shower without the cage. We bathe together so there can be no cheating.

The coyote glances at the clock by the bed-side. I know it reads ten minutes after six without looking myself. I've been watching the clock, counting the minutes go by. "We agreed on eight pm," Ezra says.

"Why are you being such a stickler for the time?"

Ezra sighs and puts the book down. "Because you are tiring me out, Ammar."

I grumble and pull against the straps that keep me kneeling on the ground. My tail wags, although most of it is under the bed. "Me, tire you out? Isn't it the other way around?" I tilt my head just a little trying to portray an innocence he knows I don't have.

He smirks at me, showing me some fang. "I assure you, it's all you."

I huff. "We're not getting any younger. I'll tell you where I put my key if you let me free."

Ezra chuckles and kicks back in the chair. The coyote is naked except for the leather harness, he wears. He spreads his legs, showing me his own caged maleness. "One of us can wait."

I do a lot of waiting nowadays: waiting for the doctor, waiting for test results, waiting for the nausea that comes after chemo to pass. Now I'm waiting for when he deems me worthy of having another orgasm.

I growl low at him. "You just like teasing me."

He gets up and walks over to me so I have to look up at him. He looms over me grinning, the black harness standing out against his tan and cream fur. "You love every minute of it," he whispers to me, tracing his hand along the side of my muzzle into my cheek fluff.

My ears fall back and I whine again. "Please, Ezra."

"We said eight o'clock. You are the one who gave us this challenge."

"And you are cheating." He's the one who suggested I get ready and strap up and get in position. He knows being in this position causes me to get hard. I thought he wanted to start early. I didn't realize he planned to leave me in this position for over two hours. I'm aching for him to free me now. Everything we do currently is timed around my treatment sessions with their carefully administered IV drips. It would be nice for once if we could be free of regimented routines for a while. I thought this would be one of those spontaneous moments.

He smiles and curls his tongue around his fangs. "Did I ever say coyotes play fair?"

I reach out and nip at the caged cock, trying to catch the metal in my mouth. Immediately I feel a finger digging in under my lips. "No! Drop it."

I let go and sigh. "Fine."

"You are going to catch my shaft with a fang if you do that," he says, checking over his maleness through the cage.

"I didn't mean to," I reply.

"Oh, yeah, you got me right here," he says with a wince, poking at a spot of fur on his sheath. "I think I need to take this off and clean it."

"If you let me up I can get the key," I offer.

He shakes his head. "Just tell me where the key is."

I give Ezra a look. "No..."

"It hurts Ammar," he pleads.

Crap, the last thing I want to do is hurt him. "It's over on my key ring on top of the dresser."

He walks over to the dresser and picks up my keys. It takes him a minute, but he gets the chastity device off, which he leaves on the dresser with my keys.

"Oh god, this is a relief," he says, walking back over to me playing with himself.

"You bastard!" I yell, realizing he used this as an excuse to get me to let his shaft go free.

"It was starting to really ache." He gently strokes himself, his erection growing.

"This isn't fair!" I protest, ears falling back.

"Is it?" he asks, gently bringing his crotch up to my muzzle. "I told you. Coyotes don't play fair."

"Spork."

He freezes when I use our safe word, big triangle ears pointing straight up "That's it?"

"This isn't what we agreed to."

"Ammar..."

"Spork!"

He flattens his ears. "Sorry. I thought you would like this. I was going to get the dildo out and let you ride it next."

It's always tempting to have something up there. Those are some of the most blissful moments of my life. I don't think during those times. I don't worry about my uncertain future. I'm just me.

The doctor told me yesterday I'm in partial remission. That just means I have more waiting to do. Maybe the cancer will get worse, maybe it won't. Maybe this is the best the treatment program can give me, and I'll be part of the twenty percent who don't survive for five years or more. I don't know. I take each day as they come.

But I know one thing: I need to get this shit off my mind.

I look up at his concerned expression. "And then you'll let me out of the cage?"

He nods. "After you've been good and teased, I'll let you go. I'll let you lie back and I will jerk you off."

I smile as innocent as I can, knowing what he plans for me. It sounds nice, and my pent up frustration will be released. "Okay, you can continue."

He chuckles, gently running his paw across my cheek to scratch at my right ear. "You sure now?"

I nod.

Ezra turns around, letting his tail get up in my face. "Now, where is that dildo you like?"

Since I'm under his tail, I take this opportunity to bury my snout against his ass cheeks. The musk under there is strong, but I plant my cold nose right into his cleft and lick.

"Hey now!" says Ezra surprised, pulling away before I can do more to him.

I give him my best innocent look, one ear cocked up while the other is down. My tail thumps against the ground. This provokes a chuckle.

"Right..." he says, "like I would ever believe that face." He goes to our vertical dresser and fishes a dildo out of the toy drawer along with a bottle of lube. Tonight he pulls out the black canine toy with its sizeable knot. It's filling, but not so big I can't handle it. He comes back smirking. The coyote proceeds to slick it up with lube. Then after kneeling down next to me, he squirts more lube onto his hand.

"Up," he commands, patting on my rump and I push myself up. First he sticks a slickened finger in, quickly lubing me up before he places the dildo on top of the towel under me. I can feel the tip of the toy against my ass. "Okay, slowly now," he says, still holding the toy for me.

Carefully, I lower myself. At first the toy slips out, but with Ezra's guidance, I can feel the tip and head of the canine toy sink into me. Once it's in securely, Ezra wipes his paw on the towel and gets up to stand before me.

"Come on now," he coos to me, "show me what a good wolf you are," he adds, letting his semi hard member hang in front of me.

I love the scent of my coyote. His musk always excites me with its rich, earthy qualities. It makes me think of both the intimate moments we have together and the feeling of safety I have with Ezra. I lean forward and gently take him into my muzzle. Ezra stiffens quickly at my touch, and my restrained shaft also tries to harden. The pent-up frustration between my legs gets worse, and I have trouble ignoring the grasp of metal against my sheath.

Ezra lets me suck on him for a minute before he steps forward, forcing me to pull back a little and relax my leg muscles. The toy worms itself deeper inside of me. The pressure in my groin is becoming unbearable. I desperately want to touch myself, or have Ezra touch me. Instead, I'm working the coyote's shaft with quick bobbing motions while he scratches behind my ears. This is worse than when he normally handcuffs me so I can't handle my cock. With the chastity device, I can't even express how horny I am right now.

Oh god. Oh god. I need to get out of this cage. The metal around my shaft is tight. The pressure against it blunts everything else. The smell and taste of Ezra alone is enough to drive me crazy, but the pressure under my tail makes it worse. I can't really bob on the toy in this position, but the little motion I can do is agonizing. My cock desperately wants to get hard, but it can't.

It is in this moment of need that I can feel the numbness starting. It's not the urges of my desire becoming just a blinding white noise in my mind, but the exhaustion that comes on suddenly sometimes after chemotherapy. I can feel the weakness in my arms and legs start. While it's been two weeks since my last chemo session, I feel all my energy starting to sap away. In this moment of intense pleasure my body is reminding me I'm still sick.

Even though I try and fight it, I can feel my legs go and the toy's knot sinks straight into me as I drop all my weight down on the dildo. I gasp around Ezra's cock from the knot's sudden intrusion deep inside of me.

Ezra takes a half-step back, trying to gauge my reaction, but I follow him. I'm not going to let this keep me from finishing him off. I can do this. I want to make him happy and while I can feel my arms starting to tremble, I can finish this. I don't want to leave him disappointed.

If the coyote realizes I'm starting to struggle, he'll stop, but he's close right now. He knows if I can't continue I'll give him a sign, or use our safe word. I give my tail a wag and he keeps going, thrusting into my muzzle. I can do this. Cancer is not going to take this away from me. He is my yote, and I am his wolf. We have mutual needs to satisfy, and until he climaxes, I won't feel like I've done my part right.

I press on, and Ezra murmurs happily. The pleasure is gone, but he doesn't know that. He thrusts into my muzzle hard a few more times before he pulls back and out. He splatters his seed across my face and paints my chest. A few drops land on my tongue as it rolls out.

I fall back panting. I got him off, but my arms are visibly shaking now.

Ears tilt and as he looks at me. "Ammar?" he asks me questingly.

"Spork," I pant out.

"Fuck," he says, dropping to his knees. He quickly unclips one cuff, and then reaches for the other while supporting my weight. He presses himself against me, and I can feel the bite of his harness against my sticky fur. I'm panting from exhaustion and vertigo when I lower my arms. My whole body is shaking.

"Are you okay?" Ezra asks me, kneeling next to me, holding onto me. "I didn't realize this would be so taxing on you."

"I'll be okay. My muscles gave out on me for a minute."

"Can you get up on your knees?" Ezra asks me. "Let me get the toy out."

I nod and with his help, he pulls me up and gently tugs out the dildo. He drops it with a plop onto the floor. Carefully he helps me lie down, and I accidently kick the toy under the bed.

"Rest for a minute, while I get the key."

I nod and just pant while he gets the key and frees me from the cage. It's a relief and even though my body is exhausted, I can feel my cock harden a little while Ezra checks to make sure I'm okay. Gently he strokes along my side, tan fingers playing through gray fur. I'm able to give him a little wag to let him know I'll be fine.

"I think I wore out my wolfie," he says.

"Not complaining."

"Yeah, but I still haven't gotten you off. I don't want you to feel unsatisfied."

I chuckle, lying on the ground. My limbs are numb. "It will be okay. Tomorrow?"

He whines. "I didn't want to make this about just me."

I close my eyes. "It will be fine. I'm still fighting for us."

I know he's worried, but he keeps up a brave face. He tells me things will be okay now even when I know they won't be. I hate that he's adapted to the stress of dealing with my illness that way, but with his help I keep fighting. I keep hoping there is a life for us together on the other side of this. As long as I don't give up, I'll make it there.

I look up into his amber eyes. I can see him wanting to say something or do something that will push me on, and bring me to that climax my body has denied me from having. He knows though from experience he can't, and I hate that he can't.

After he lets me lie there for a few minutes, the coyote carefully helps me stand up and then guides me into a comfortable position on top of the bed with its vinyl sheets. I leave a sticky stain on them from the lube and cum. I'm grateful in this moment I don't have to worry about the bed. We put these on today because we weren't sure what we wanted to do. I have a lot of good memories about me and Ezra on this bed. Normally after a play session we change the bed back to our regular cotton sheets, but I'm too spent. My muscles are still twitching from the exhaustion.

He gets up and comes back with a towel to sponge out the cum from my fur and wipe lube off my rump. When he's done cleaning me up, he drapes a blanket over me.

"Do you want me to call your doctor?" he asks me, worry across his face.

I shake my head. "I'm just tired. It will pass."

He nods and leaves me for a minute, and I just lie there, trying to still my racing heart. Finally, Ezra comes back and gets on the bed. He's still wearing the harness. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel him press a small metal key into my right paw. I can feel something hard and metallic pressed against my rump.

He whispers into my ear, "When you're ready, we'll continue this."

I smile to myself, and finger the key to his chastity device. "I love you, Ezra," I whisper back finally.

The coyote squeezes his arms tight around me. "I know and I love you too, Ammar. I'm here for you. I know you can beat this."

My tail wags between us. I'm not sure I can beat cancer, but it is the moments like this where I know I need to keep fighting. Safe and protected, I dozed off with his tan arms wrapped around my grey furred body.