FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

7pm, Saturday

"Checkmate!" he says, reclining on the chair with a satisfied smirk on his face.

My heart sinks. I look at the board but the pieces don't lie. He's caught my king in a pincer movement between his queen and a rook. My eyes rise to meet his. His grin widens. There's no way out.

"You know what that means," he continues, picking up the black leather collar that had been put to one side. It was the prize for which neither of us were playing.

I get off my chair and assume the position, knelt down in front of him with my head bowed. I've practiced it enough times, but I had hoped to avoid it tonight. I rest my paws on my knees and stare at the floor, waiting for transcendence. Despite my reticence, my sheath still twitches, but I didn't want to miss the party.

"Twenty-four hours. That's what we agreed. Starting now, ending at seven o'clock tomorrow," he said as he checked his watch.

I concentrate on the laminate, tracing the grain of the wood as it moves further away from me. I feel a small pressure around my neck followed by the jingling of the tag. Then comes the sound of the padlock, sealing my fate. He tugs hard at the collar and then tilts my muzzle upwards. I meet the sadistic eyes of my wolf and it's my turn to grin. Fuck, I love him.

"Take off your clothes and put on your cuffs!" he barks. "You have five minutes!" I scramble to his command, throwing off my jeans and t-shirt and casting them onto the couch. The wolf watches, idly stroking his sheath, the tip of his exposed cock already glistening in the artificial light of the living room.

I retrieve the cuffs from the bedroom and put them on, two for my wrists and two for my ankles. I then kick off my pants and resume the position in front of him.

My Master looks down at me, a paw casually stroking his ever-increasing length as he pushes down hard on my own engorged cock with his foot. I whimper, enjoying the pressure he is applying on my junk. God, I wish I wasn't like this but I feel so alive.

"Pathetic," he says. "Absolutely pathetic."

He kicks me hard in the balls and I yelp, the urge to defend them high.

"Paws on your lap!" he snaps as he kicks me again and again, each strike harder than the last.

"Can you count to ten?" he says, the condescension dripping like hot wax down a candlestick. "Look at me!"

I look up and again our eyes meet. He grins. It is a grin of a predator that has ensnared its prey, the grin of a wolf that will be satiated tonight.

He removes his paw from his cock and places it lightly on my balls, stroking the orbs softly. My eyes wander.

"Look at me!" he demands, snapping me back into focus. I look deep into his eyes, pools of stormy blue that threaten to drown me in their waves. I urge him to stop, yet to continue all the same as I spy a glint of warmth like sunshine on the sea.

I gulp as my balls tighten in anticipation.

"One," he starts as his paw thuds against my sac. I grimace at the dull ache but am given no time to recover.

"Two," he continues as the ache migrates towards my belly. I shuffle uncomfortably on my knees, but again he returns.

"Three, four, five..." I close my eyes as each strike increases in intensity, the number ten not coming soon enough. By the time it does, I am almost collapsed on the floor.

"Good boy!" he says, rolling my bruised nuts around in his paw. "Such a good boy!"

I smile meekly at him, the ache still consuming me. As I do, he padlocks my cuffs firmly in place and pulls out a lead, which he clips to my collar.

"I'm done with you for now," he says as he leads me towards the cage in the upstairs playroom. "But don't worry, there's much more fun to come."

I whimper as my tail wags slowly. He opens the door and shoves me inside, taking off my lead with one practiced flick. Before I have chance to turn around, I hear the clattering of the cage door followed by the sliding of the latch. A padlock clicks to keep it all in place.

"Stay boy!" he says. "Not that you have much choice." He laughs as he strokes my ears.

"Now, I've got to get ready for the party. I also need to decide what you're going to wear too. Be good!"

I whimper as Master walks away, shutting off the light and closing the playroom door. I am left alone in the darkness to contemplate my fate.

***

8:30pm, Saturday

The sound of footsteps snaps me out of my slumber. A few seconds later, the door opens and Master appears like an angel framed in artificial light. He flicks on the playroom light and strides towards me as I groggily get onto all fours. He smiles as I watch him approach. He's wearing his full leather outfit.

I look up and down his body, my sheath tightening as the tight clothing leaves little to the imagination. The leather cap and gloves merely add an artistic flourish, but it's the shirt hugging that taut chest that drives me wild. As he reaches for the padlock, I nuzzle into his paw. He grips it softly, just for a second, but it's a grip that demonstrates his love.

"Now then bitch," he says as he opens the door. "Get out!"

I scamper out of the cage, following my Master as he takes a few steps back. I then assume the position of submission, my head bowed and my paws visible on my lap.

"Good boy!" he says as he strokes the top of my head. "Now, our friends are coming in half an hour and I need you to be ready. First of all, let me take off your cuffs and collar."

I whimper as he proceeds to remove the symbols of my bondage. I suddenly feel exposed, naked, purposeless. He reassures me instantly.

"Don't worry, you'll get them back, but first I need you to put this on. I will help you."

Master thrusts a red rubber catsuit in front of me. It's not one I've seen before, but then he often surprises me. I take a look. It's a full body suit that stops at the thighs. At the crotch, there is a hole at the front and another at the back for easy access. I trace the zip upwards, finding it stops at the top of a hood that has been attached to the suit. I look at Master, perplexed. He grins.

"You're going to be a little fucktoy for all our friends tonight."

I gulp as he passes me the dressing aid. I flick open the lid and slather it over my body before climbing into the lower half of the suit. True to his word, Master assists, tugging on the rubber to get it in place as my cock becomes increasingly hard.

As he pulls the suit over my torso, I realise how incredibly exposed I am. The hole at the back frames the curvature of my ass, while the one at the front makes my cock look like an archer has just hit the bullseye.

Master helps me with my arms before pulling the hood over my head. I am caressed by red rubber, my world suddenly monochrome as I become one with the mask. Somewhere in the distance, I hear a zip being done up, before another click of a padlock locks me inside. I breathe steadily, adjusting to my new world, slight flickers of panic in my brain like moths around a light.

"Kneel!" I hear in the ether and I assume my usual position. My breathing becomes more erratic as I start to get anxious, but the comforting feeling of my collar assuages my fears.

"Good boy. You'll be fine," Master says as I hear the padlock click into place. He repeats the process on my wrists and my ankles before everything goes silent. I feel a sense of foreboding building inside me. My instincts are proven right.

"Open wide!" he says, but before I get chance, he jacks open my muzzle with his finger. I taste the saltiness of lube before feeling the cool sensation of metal in my mouth. Two leather straps are pulled taut around my head and I hear the sound of another lock shutting. My tongue traces around the foreign object and I deduce it's a ring gag.

"Now, follow me," he says as he clips the lead onto my collar, forcing me to tilt forward to follow his path. My wind whirrs with all of the possibilities, but I don't have long before I discover my fate.

I look down at the floor, but of course I can no longer see, so I rely on my Master to get me into position. My cuffs clank into something metallic, before I hear the familiar clicks of locks once again. I count up to four before rattling my binds, realising I'm transfixed onto some sort of frame. I suddenly register I can no longer go anywhere and whimper pathetically into my gag.

Instinctively, I look up at my Master, but I don't know where he's gone. To my left, I hear a thud before I feel a weight on my back. Then, I hear the doorbell ring in the distance.

"Stay there!" Master says. "And don't you dare drop that or you'll be punished." He walks off and I remain static, staring straight into the rubber, in whichever direction I'm facing.

Seconds pass like minutes before anyone returns. I hear the doorbell ring a few more times, with the chatter in the house becoming louder each time. Master offers out some beers, but there are none for me. I'm just a slave, I'm just there to serve.

"Where's your partner?" I hear someone say and thirty seconds later, they enter the playroom. I feel like an exhibition in a museum as they all walk around me, catching a glimpse from every conceivable angle.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Master says with a flourish. "May I introduce this evening's entertainment!"

I whimper, but my body betrays me as my cock rises further out of its sheath.

"Feel free to use it whichever way you like, but please use a condom if you're gonna do anal. You can find those in the bowl on its back. When you have finished using it, please remember to reinsert its plug."

My ears perk as I hear the sound of lube being emptied from a tube. Seconds later, I feel a cold sensation on my pucker before the toy is slowly inserted. My eyes open as wide as my tailhole as I become increasingly stretched, before the plug is devoured in a satisfying plop.

Master wipes the lube off his paws on my rump before patting it softly.

"See you later, bitch. We're off downstairs. Don't go anywhere!"

He cackles once again as everyone leaves the room. For the second time that evening, he turns off the light and leaves me alone.

***

10:30pm, Saturday

I hear shuffling behind me. The light must have been switched on during my torpor as I don't remember hearing it. There's an anticipation in the air, an electric silence that seeps through my bones. Someone coughs, but the mood is still upheld.

My tail is moved out of the way before firm fingers grip onto the plug. They turn it slowly before pulling, gently easing it out. My hole snaps shut as soon as it's removed, a slight chill dancing across my now exposed donut.

The flicking of the lube bottle cap refocuses my mind. Seconds later, I feel a pressure on my pucker followed by a few gentle taps. I gasp as he slowly enters me, my hole stretching wider to accommodate him. I bite down on the gag as he hits my prostate, my mind alive to the sensations inside me. His crotch is soon touching my rump and I exhale slowly, my eyes rolling back in preparation for the ride.

He waits, building the suspense, before he starts pistoning backwards and forwards. I close my eyes, hypnotised by his relentless rhythm, the pressure in my ass making my dick swell. He grabs my waist, hoping for more purchase as his thrusts get increasingly vigorous. I start to groan, the sound reverberating around my hood, the smell of rubber merely amplifying the pleasure. My dick grows harder still and I feel a cool breeze on the tip in contrast to the heat that's being generated behind me.

His panting gets louder, like a steam train barrelling its way towards me. I clench my hole and the gasps become higher in pitch, my assailant enjoying every second inside me. I'm so focused on my ass that I jump when I feel the warmth of another cock invade my muzzle. I lap at the tip softly, but there's no time for foreplay, as it's thrust deep against the back of my throat.

I gag before reclaiming my bearings, gurgling against the length inside me. I wrap my tongue around it, lapping at it furiously, much to the beat of the cock in my ass. Soon I hear moans in stereo as I'm assaulted at both ends like a tsunami crashing against a sea wall. I know it won't be long before the edifice will be breached.

Behind me I hear squeaks as the intensity increases, his claws moving down to dig into both cheeks of my ass. Paws are also clamped tight against my muzzle, guiding my mouth exactly where it's needed. I smile as best I can, content in the knowledge I am happy to serve and looking forward to be flooded by their manly desire.

A loud groan breaks me from my daydream as I feel his knot bury itself into my ass. I scream past the cock that's pummelling my mouth before it's mirrored by the sounds coming from my rear. Ropes of come are pumped deep inside me as his groans become an incredible squeal. Then he collapses onto my back, the weight somewhat surprising, but there is little I can do until we become untied.

I focus on the other end as I swirl my tongue around this most delicious of lollipops, savouring the salty flavours of his increasing arousal. I swallow slowly, enjoying the taste of his pre on my tongue as he keeps oscillating his cock in and out of my muzzle.

It doesn't take long for him to reach his peak, but he pulls out before I get to sample his seed. I feel splatters of spunk fleck all over my mask accompanied by a loud sigh of relief. He then puts his cock back in my maw and I lick off the remainder, ensuring I swallow every last drop.

"Good boy," I hear as he ruffles my ears before wiping his seed off the front of the hood. I suspect he used a sock as the next thing I sense is it being inserted into my mouth before my tongue is awash with his masculine flavour. It's a mix of sweat and spunk, salty and sweet, and I don't object to it at all.

He removes the garment a short while later and pads off to enjoy the party once more. Later still, my first stallion removes himself from my ass. My hole feels sore, but in a relaxed kind of way, as the plug is then inserted for the next fox to enjoy. I receive a pat on the rump before I hear the light being turned off again, leaving me alone in aching euphoria.

To be continued...