Lay Me Down To Sleep
A rat and wolf share one last intimate moment as Dominant and Submissive. However, all good things must come to an end of which both enjoy; hopefully you will too ;)
Lay Me Down To Sleep
By Mori Mortis
The frantic pants and moans echoed off shiplap walls and ceilings unheard by those who walk the sidewalk beyond the stoop of a modest home. Claws dug into the leathery pads of palms as the buttery soft surface of a leather, gloved hand played with an angry, purple cock. Bound legs quivered and rattled the stout stool's legs over the floorboards only to be adjusted by the kick of thick soles.
A wolf with fur black as ichor wrapped their other hand around the tail base of a rat. Fingers, strained around the thick, flailing, tail to keep the base of a dildo embedded in the patchwork ass. White, brown, black cheeks flexed with the rest of the rat's body; the wolf's hands kept them from toppling over prematurely.
Swollen bells hung beneath the rigid flesh that currently glistened in a mix of lube and pre. The glaze of arousal milked from the glans beneath foreskin and smeared onto leather. That slickened glove vanished, much to the dismay of the rat. Their head fell forward as they released a resonating groan in frustration.
The hemp collar was pulled tight as they strained to look at their erection. Left humping the air and unable to see when the wolf's touch would return; they didn't even care that the noose strangled them.
The wolf chuckled, "my my Eli, so desperate." They teased with a growl. "What a mess you've made as well."
What a mess indeed. The floor just in front of the bound rat was puddled and splattered with pools of pre and lubricant. It sat, soaked, and stained the floorboards with darkened moisture. Leg irons glimmered with some flecks as well. A pair of matching irons wrapped the patchwork rat's wrists, the chain quickly gripped by the wolf. The long, canine shaped toy stayed embedded in the rat's ass only for a moment. A slight pop, lewd slurp and deep thud left the muscled ass empty.
"Please, Sir, please don't tease me more. I need it--"
"I don't care what you need," the wolf snapped and stepped behind Eli. The rat gasped, when he felt something slide into his tunnel. "You are here for my pleasure and mine alone," the wolf corrected and sheathed himself to the knot.
Eli's toes curled against the stool top, as his knees buckled to present his ass to the wolf. He felt the lazy slaps of the wolf's hips against his cheeks, the leather chaps allowed for a dull thud to pulse through the attic. Sir, pushed forward harder than before, a hand gripped the rat's hips as the knot of his length was swallowed by Eli's ass.
"Ahh, Sir. You're right, please forgive me," Eli would have added more if the wolf hadn't interrupted him with a slap to his butt.
"Forgiven," there was a lust filled growl to the wolf's tone. Seated deep in the rat, the wolf pressed his body against Eli's back pinning bound arms and tail between their bodies. Eli's whiskers flared as he felt the brush of humid, hot breaths caress the thin membrane of an ear. "I cannot forgive your looseness. Have I used you too much," he asked a rhetorical question. "Work your master's cock, make me believe you want to be mine."
Eli groaned and leaned back against the wolf, shallowly pushing and pulling his own ass onto that shaft. The noose's anchor in the rat's vision, absent was the usual pulley the pair used. This reminder only made the rat work harder, squeezing his loose ass as tight as he could get it.
"Does this satisfy, Sir." Eli asked with a shaky, needy, quivering tone.
"No," was the wolf's cold, tone.
Eli's hands unfurled and gave the wolf's exposed belly a rub, just a moment of affection. It was rewarded by that wolf's soiled glove returning to the veiny, pink and mottled cock. Eli gasped as the wolf began to stroke, squeeze and tease him as the rat's body continued to buck itself against the wolf's groin.
"Better, but still not enough. Squeeze harder, put your back into it," the wolf taunted.
The rat's buck tooth bit into his lower lip, clenching around Sir's cock harder and harder as he felt himself approach the edge of climax. Eli had lost count of the number of times he had begun this journey in the past three hours. Three hours after they received their approval documents. Three hours of torment, teasing, and debauchery that all led to this moment. The wolf began to buck and help the rat as his growl began to grow again. The rat felt the wolf lick the back of his round ear; it came as a shock to him. It was an out of character moment of affection for Sir who loved nothing more than to humiliate, degrade, and abuse the rat for both of their enjoyments.
Eli's head turned just enough to look in the wolf's eyes, emeralds among coal. The brief glance was enough time to communicate what was going to happen.
"I'm growing impatient, Rat. Work me up," the wolf growled with a more threatening tone.
Eli met it with more desperate grunts and squeaks, working that familiar cock as best as he could. The wolf panted into the rat's ears until he felt the rat's body tense up. Even through the buttery surface of gloves, he felt Eli's cock throb. The first rope of rat seed landed with a harsh splatter; more ropes quickly followed.
"Fuck, Sir--" Eli managed to say.
"Pathetic," was the wolf's response.
The wolf lifted a foot and kicked the stool from beneath Eli's body. The rope went taut and left the orgasming rat suspended by the neck. Immediately, the wolf heard the raspy strains ejecting with spittle spray from the rat's mouth. The jerk of the rope was met with further splatters of semen. The heavy gobs were unbroken streams until the rat's body began to struggle. Close as he was, the wolf felt the desperate grips of the rat's hands at his fur.
Globs of seed splattered kicking and convulsing legs while raspy gasps and distressed squeeze managed to escape Eli's hanged form. Despite it all, the wolf endured, embedding his hips tight to the flexing ass until his own balls pulled up.
"Now yer working it," he strangled out before his hot seed began to fill the suspended form.
Eli's convulsing body loosened just enough to allow some of the wolf's cum to flood around that knot and cascade to the ground. It even convulsed hard enough to force the wolf back, tearing his cock free of that leaky, ruined tunnel. The wolf laughed at that, when he caught himself upright on the rafter. His cock, a vein webbed purple pulsed and continued to fire weaker dribbles of seed between his legs. Leaned against some boxes, he remained while Eli twisted at the end of the rope.
Eli's white fur darkened to red at his cheeks, those eyes wide and darting around. The wolf could see the agonal responses persisting, abdomen flexing in futile attempts to breath. Just before the rat reached unconsciousness, the wolf saw the rat's shaft throb with life again. A relatively dry orgasm as the rat went unconscious and continued to convulse.
Stroking his cock, the wolf continued to watch the show as convulsions turned to full body cramps and periods of rest. The randomness of convulsion had become the weak flops of fish, body and limb flexing and flailing like the tail of an aquatic mammal. The rat's fat, low hanging bells seemed to distend further from their body. The jock like chest was splattered with drool cum, tongue out and bloated. Face had become blue where it once was white, black where the dark patches.
When the wolf released there second load, the muscle definition in the rat's body softened. Tail limp, toes now lightly rested against the floor flaccidly curled over. Shoulders slumped and neck distended, yet the rat's abdomen continued to flutter. As the wolf's seed splattered the ground again, Eli's final convulsion led to a lazy stream of urine.
The rat was still.
The wolf reached to his vest pocket and pulled out his phone, noting the time. Not bothering to button up the leather pouch of his chaps he descended the steps from the attic, cock bobbing in the cool AC. He went into the rat's bedroom and collected the packet they had received. Formal paperwork laid beneath it, which he promptly began to scribe on with black ink.
"Let's see," the wolf spoke to himself, "successful euthanasia, 10:43 PM."