Stuck Suckin'
Harry awakes to increasingly intense sessions of oral, and of cum tasting. But, after it all, he finds he doesn't regret any of it. He finds himself loving them as his mind slips away into lust.
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This story I started randomly one day on a whim, then abandoned. I don't know how long ago it was, but before finishing this today, I finished its artwork and two others, back to back. I like to think that the subsequent editing on this piece was better because of it, so please comment and tell me what you think :)
Stuck Suckin', By AnotherAperson
Harry gulped down another hot mouthful of cum. He grunted and swallowed again when once wasn't enough. It was irritating. They'd been there for hours, and yet the wolf was still pumping heavy loads from every orgasm. He was writhing in his bindings as the milker continued to stroke his cock. It pushed along his entire length, including his engorged knot, and squeezed out every last drop, forcing Harry to swallow over and over beneath him. He had no distractions from what was happening. Apart from the occasional load he had to swallow, there was nothing for him to do. He sat on his knees, bound and gagged between the wolf's legs, only able to watch bored and aroused as the wolf whined.
He was sure the wolf had a dildo under his tail. Considering how overstimulated he must be by now, he barely shifted on the chair. Luscious rope kept his arms and legs tied in place, while the rest of him was laid bare for both to see. He had a thick chest, and his muscles stood clear even through his mussed fur, but what Harry stayed focused on was his upper chest, and the two tight nipple clamps that poked up into the air. Further up, a gag kept him silent except for the occasional whine that made it through the rubbery material. Even his tail stayed quiet, tied behind the chair.
Harry could only imagine what he was feeling. He only tasted the result, and it wasn't pleasant. His cum was heavy, and lathered the back of his throat, regardless of how many times he swallowed. The taste and smell burned through his senses. It left his dick aroused and bouncing against his belly. Thin trails of pre-cum ran through his fur in turn with each of the wolf's orgasms, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't finish, and was left bored, watching the wolf's glowing nipples.
The wolf sank into his bonds as his orgasm faded, and another one began. The previous load had come after an hour of milking. They both knew the next one would take even longer. Harry looked up at the wolf's face, and could see it in his teared eyes. He gave a smile through his gag, before looking down to wolf's dick, throbbing within its tube. It didn't matter how long it took; he knew he'd be tasting the wolf's cum again soon. It made the wait easier, as his own length twitched in arousal.
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When Harry awoke, it was still just the pair of them. A piece of cardboard hung against one wall and said, 'Today, you can rest and get ready for your training tomorrow.'
If the wolf knew what that meant, he didn't tell Harry. Both were still unable to speak, though this time thanks to a muzzle rather than a gag. They were tied to their respective walls via an ankle clamp, that linked to a ring above their beds. They could probably meet in the of the room if they reached forward, but neither tried. After all they'd been through, they were still strangers, and had already spent far too much time against each other.
The wolf looked unbothered by their predicament. It'd been a few hours since he'd last had an orgasm, and he still looked spent. He nodded to Harry once in understanding, then curled into a ball to one side. He jumped whenever he rubbed against his dick or nipples, but otherwise he was soon asleep.
Harry lay down and tried to do the same. He listened to the wolf's slow breaths and thought about what they'd been through together. Arousal and embarrassment warred within his thoughts for hours, and it was a while before he fell asleep.
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"You will complete your training once you finish from taste alone: once every thought disappears from your head. When you're only left with the desire to have cum splashing across your tongue-- rolling down your throat. Once you understand that, this will stop, and the next stage will begin."
He stroked harry behind his ears and turned on the machine.
The wolf gasped and writhed from the sudden stimulation. He pulled away from the dildo vibrating under his tail, and speered his dick forward, deep into Harry's muzzle. Harry gagged, and the wolf pulled back with a slurp of lube dripping between his legs. His whole body vibrated with the motion, and his eyes pleaded above. Harry gave a reassuring lick, along the underside of his cock.
The captor looked between them with a smirk, and left the room, locking the door behind him.
The wolf was stressed. Harry could tell he wanted to pull off the dildo that rummaged through his insides. He wanted to hump into Harry's mouth that parted around him, but resisted. He only let the tip of his cock rest on Harry's tongue, and tolerated the thick length pressed under his tail, endlessly teasing his prostate.
This was until he came for the first time, and thrusted forward into Harry. He pressed deep enough for his knot to pop through Harry's lips, tying them together. Cum bubbled into Harry's throat unheeded. He swallowed what he could and blinked away his tears. His own cock throbbed below. He felt a thrum of pleasure spark through it, twitching it with each taste and smell. The teasing left him almost delirious.
A part of him realised that their captor was right. Soon, he would finish from taste alone, and he couldn't find any part of himself that wished otherwise.
Eventually, the wolf's orgasm faded. His knot shrunk, and he pulled out with a spurt of fluid that splattered to the floor between them. He shuddered with the dildo, but gave an apologetic look before the overstimulation took him. Soon he was trembling, ready for the second finish of the day.
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Heat flooded Harry's mouth. Hot ambrosia that rolled and stuck between his teeth, gums, and tongue. A burning taste he savoured for a second before he swallowed, and another spurt frothed past his lips and brought even greater sensations. Salty and luscious. Vile but pleasant. Another shot, another mouthful, another tongue-coating of bliss. It lathered his taste buds and twisted his muzzle into a smile.
As he swallowed again, the cum scorched down his throat and warmed his belly. It plastered its taste everywhere. It stuck in every crevice and filled every panting breath. His dick throbbed in ecstasy, and he writhed in his bindings. He moaned once, shifted on his knees, then came. His dick bounced around and gave a few meagre spurts, covering his legs and belly as it bobbed. He wanted to taste himself too, but still enjoyed the cock filling his muzzle.
Tilting his head up, he looked at the wolf. He was blushing and panting, and wouldn't look Harry in the eyes. But it didn't matter. Harry could tell he was happy, from his tail's desperate twitching against its bonds, and the small smile that touched his lips. It was new, despite how much time they'd spent together, and Harry vowed to make it appear again.
The wolf pulled back onto the dildo with a sigh, and the next orgasm came quickly. The day was filled with gurgling moans on each end, with every spurt of cum between them.
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When Harry awoke, the room was empty. The wolf was gone, and his ankle chain hung limply on the opposite wall. Harry sat up and stretched, then waited. It felt like a few hours before his captor returned. Behind him, he dragged a bean bag into the room.
"Good boy, your training is complete. Now, we can finally start the experiment."
His captor grinned and rubbed his crotch in front of Harry. His erection printed clearly through the fabric, and darkened at the tip. His captor dropped his hand away from Harry, to drag the bag up against the opposite wall, covering the chain, before crouching down to Harry's level. He pressed his face close and licked along Harry's neck. He kissed up his fur until he was nibbling the ends of his ears, then pulled back down to go along his bound muzzle. Once he reached the tip of his nose, he wet his lips thick with saliva, before kissing, imprinting his smell within Harry's nostrils.
"I'm going to untie you, and remove the muzzle. I want you to go over there, and lie down on the bag. If you do anything else, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded, and his captor flashed him a grin. He crouched down and released Harry's ankle. He kicked the shackle away, and rubbed the raw, reddened fur beneath. The muzzle soon followed. His captor waited for Harry to say something, then pushed their muzzles together and kissed him. He hummed. He slid his tongue inside, while he ran his paws through Harry's fur.
Harry didn't react. He didn't want a kiss, but he didn't resist either. He let his captor lick across his tongue and over his teeth, while scratching his fur and pressing their bodies close together. His tongue went deeper and deeper, until it was almost gagging him. Only then did he pull back, now straddling Harry's lap.
"How was that?"
Harry looked away, as if thinking, then punched him in the gut. His captor fell to the ground, and Harry stood and kicked him in the crotch, causing a retched, choking sound, before he kicked him again. He got up and lunged for the door. He fumbled at the handle, finding it locked, and turned around a second too late to see the flash of a paw.
"You--"
The taser struck Harry in the neck, and he screamed. His body tensed in agony, before everything went numb, and he slumped against the door.
His captor staggered forward with another wet cough. He kicked Harry a few times, then tased his foot-paw for good measure, as the world darkened in a haze of agony.
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Harry awoke on the beanbag on his back, with his cock pressed deep within his own muzzle. His legs were curled back until they fitted beneath his arms, keeping them in place, while his front paws were tied together behind his waist and ass. The position kept him stuck together in a tight C-shape. It kept his lips wrapped around himself, and all attempts to move only made his body ache further. He was stuck, and vulnerable as his cock throbbed against his tongue.
Somewhere else in the building, the wolf moaned. His high whines of need and his low growls of release were familiar after the long hours Harry had already spent listening to them. It brought a slight smile to his parted lips, and made his dick harden further. He waited for a while to see if anything would happen, but nothing changed. His captor didn't reappear to assault him, or anyone else to come rescue him. It was just him, with his cock in his mouth, and the wolf moaning distantly.
So, with nothing else to do, he licked it. He tasted it. He revelled in the tangy, salty flavour that felt familiar yet distinct from what he was used to. It was still nice, and he began to suckle, listening to the wet sounds that it made. The first pulse of pleasure ran through him, and he moaned. It was drowned out by the wolf in the other room, then further covered by his own gagging, as another spurt of pre-cum rolled into him.
But, one taste was all it took. He was back to where he was before, in front of the wolf, watching his cock twitch over and over. His pleasure grew with the memory, taste and the smell, as his dick throbbed more and more. Each one bringing him closer and closer, before he tipped over the edge.
The sudden flood of gunk ballooned his cheeks, and he choked before he swallowed it down. Though, even as he did, the pleasure and arousal didn't abate. His thoughts and mind slurred. And another great wallop of cum dumped itself inside, and dragged its way down his throat.
A part of him wanted to escape, to somehow pull away and escape the room, but the other part made him slide further. He took himself deeper, and brought it all into his muzzle, until he was tasting everything. His nose pressed against his balls, bringing their vague, sweaty scent to his nose, and he came all over again. Maybe it was still the same one as before, but he couldn't tell. His world shuddered with the constant stimulation passing into him, leaving him dazed and tired. He kept sucking until his lips became sore, and his throat dried. Until it became impossible to gulp anything more down, and it built up and sat tangy in his muzzle, marinating his taste buds. His moans weakened with each throb of pleasure as his mind slipped away.
But, regardless of the time he spent sucking, he could hear the wolf, somewhere else in the building. He noticed even through his haze that the wolf's moans never stopped, as they both suffered through their unending pleasures. That somewhere his captor would also be smiling.