It's Too Tight - Chapter Three
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It's Too Tight Chapter Three
by Magus Kiruleus
Helpless.
He was helpless now, four limbs spread out in four directions, tied down with padded gear designed expressly to hold stronger-than-average men such as himself. He knew its firmness already, knew how well it would stand up to his strength, and so as he strained his whole body against the bonds, he knew they'd hold - knew they'd hold him.
She had him tied down, firmly, tightly, and he was helpless to do anything as simple as scratch his stomach or rub his cock. That he could feel both sensations right now was only because that's what his wife was doing to him, casually pleasuring the subdued mass of fur and flesh. His eyes were closed in happy acceptance of his current situation, even if he was slightly nervous about the rest to come.
For the fourth or fifth time already - he'd lost count - his shaft was unhanded, left neglectfully away from the edge and given no more attention to bring him closer. He was too used to it to really whine about it now, but he let a rumble of displeasure be his complaint.
"Now, now," she softly assured him, fiddling with things in the black bag filled with their toys. The werewolf crunched his abs slightly, to bring his head up further and look across his exposed torso. His shaft stood straight up in the air now that she'd pulled the edge of his speedo down a bit more.
"We agreed to two hours ... and this is going to help us do that," she gently reminded him, told him, drawing out a small black band from the bag - a band, almost like a miniature belt, that he was also intimately familiar with. The slightly nervous, slightly put-out werewolf gave a small huff as she pumped his shaft a bit more, before she brought the black band closer to rub up and down along the side of the thick tool.
That the leather's caress felt good only made the knowledge of what else was to come even worse.
"H-how taight?" he wondered out loud, asking with trepidation despite the pleasant tease.
She wrapped the small belt gently around the top of his shaft, just underneath the head, and started to drag it slowly downwards. The big beast groaned and whined at the same time, mouth closed to stopper half the sound.
"Just tight enough," she answered while the small black strap of a pretend belt went lower and lower down his manhood. "Which is, to say ... tighter than you'll like it."
Before he could ask anything else, she suddenly pulled the small black belt snug around the base of his shaft, making him twitch in surprise for a second. His face pleaded with her for a moment - for what seemed like a very long, hopeless moment, that only further showed in his expression - and so she smiled at him. Just smiled.
It wasn't an innocent smile - it was full of mischief, naughty ideas, and a small ounce of sadism, and all of it aimed directly upon his vulnerable, oh so sensitive form. But it wasn't a bad smile either. She was horny. He was horny, and her smile reassured him that she was going to take care of him - in mind-shatteringly enjoyable ways.
He hissed once as the buckle-strap cockring cinched even tighter on his shaft, digging in deeper on all sides around the sensitive organ. If at all possible, his member felt even harder as she used both hands to pump up and down its length, squeezing out precum and a groan alike.
"That too tight?" she asked, verbally double-checking with her husband.
The werewolf's big eyes looked to her, and he gave a soft whimper of an affirmative.
Slicking up some of the pre on her finger, she sucked it clean like one would suck on a popsicle. The way she grinned lewdly around her finger, her gaze burning and hungry, did nothing to make him feel more at ease.
"Perfect."
Her word made him shudder. She was quick to dig into the playbag for more things to tease him with, more toys to try out again while she had him vulnerable and pliable. The nipple clamps came out swiftly, held aloft for him to see, to fear, to whimper and fidget more in his four-way restraints. He glanced along his right arm, muscles bulging large again as he tugged hard against the strap tying it down. Fingers inside the mitts clenched hard, trying to ball up into fists, making leather rub against leather.
Nothing doing made him look back to her, once more begging with his eyes and muted dog noises.
She inched her way closer to him, leaning a bit over his lower half now with a pair of clamps in each hand.
"I know you like these," she crooned, as if trying to remind him of the truth. She trailed the biting mouths of the clamps up the inside of his thighs first, making worried knees struggle to pull in defensively. Another shiver danced up his spine as he felt the clamps toy around and against his balls through the purple cloth, reminding him again of how tight the speedo was on his genitals.
He'd almost managed to ignore it, but now the discomfort was fresh in his mind as she took the clamps higher. The two steel mouths kissed but never bit along the length of his large, aching shaft, and though they could hardly do anything about it now, his knees still tried to pull in over and over again, rapid in-out motion pumping like a billows.
"Isn't that right, dear?" she asked, wanting to hear it from him while she continued playing the clamps along his undefended torso, tracing out each one of his eight abs, bringing them closer and closer to their awaiting targets. "Tell me that you like these..."
The werewolf, long since understanding that pleading would get him nowhere, still decided to keep up that same meek, pathetic look for as long as he was able - if for no other reason than it got her hot, and maybe she wouldn't take as long to finish him then.
His limbs tried to "push" the rest of him away from the approaching toys, like a swimmer floundering on his back in the water, but he could barely get any motion at all because of how tightly he was spread. He accomplished little more than a frantic squirm, neck stretched as far as possible away from her, looking at her with only one eye while the toys went up and down his eight pack.
He remembered how it felt, the pain and pleasure mixed together - or perhaps it was one pushed high enough that it spilled over into the other. It was hard for him to think of it in words ... but the feelings had made everything just a bit more intense, a bit harder, sharper, like sex was a photograph and the pleasure-pain had developed the image into something even more brilliantly defined.
It intimidated him.
She was tracing the clamps around the edges of his pectorals, circling the great stone slabs like racetracks, when he tried to take a courage-lifting breath and proved they were real underneath the fur.
He managed an only slightly confident, "...Ai want 'em."
Maria tentatively squeezed the mouths of the clamps open, releasing them to bite down over some of his chest fur. She tugged on it only enough to pull at the skin and make the were feel it. The clamps bit and pulled at several places across his pecs while she asked, "Are you sure, sweetest? I know we're pushing boundaries, but I want you to be sure..."
The great beast breathed harder, small gasps coming out of his lungs every so often. One eye still glanced down from his turned head, neck stretched and craned as he tried to keep watch.
His adam's apple bobbed visibly.
"Ai want 'em," he said again more firmly, eyes still wide and wary
"Tight?" she double-checked, dragging open-mouthed clamps across his chest, leaving shallow furrows in the coat. The fur at the back of his neck tingled in response, but he nodded through it.
"Taight."
He closed his eyes - almost scrunched his eyes - waiting for the pair of fake teeth to dig in against his skin. But his wife didn't attach the clamps just yet. She teased them against his nipples at first, hinting at it, teasing at it. She faked letting them close a bit, till his nipples felt pressure, but then opened them again quickly. She was making the wolf wait for it, and Ferr knew it.
He glanced at her once through his right eye while a muted trying-to-sound-tough whine emanated from his chest and tried to tempt her into speeding up.
"Shush. I'm taking my time here..."
As if to make a point, she ground their bodies together with his shaft in between them - his aching, throbbing shaft, pinned beneath her body weight again. She quickly forced out another groan from him like that, and let the clamps pinch harmlessly to his chest fur again. Her fingers wanted another round with those sensitive discs of his, rubbing and tugging at them long enough to get him squirming helplessly in place.
Then she started twisting them, and he gave a few choice gasps.
"After the collar, I'm thinking of the muzzle," she whispered demurely, making him shrink in with another pout. "The one with the ballgag for you to chew on."
He wondered if his ears would ever rise up again.
"Ai, Ai, uh, Ai don't," his eyes momentarily scrunched, his sentence interrupted as she gave his left nipple a very hard twist.
"Boundaries..." she reminded him, and while he was distracted with that, she let one clamp bite down on the most recently abused bud.
"Ahhhh h-aaahhhh, yessss," his words elongated for a moment as sharp pain announced itself to his nerves with a rising tide, surfing on waves of pre-established pleasure. Her eyes were directly on his, looking to him, reading his expression every step of the way while he tried to get used to the feeling.
"We are," a sharp twist, to his right nipple, interrupted him again. "Ahhh we agreed ... t-ta pushing mai -"
The second clamp went on slower as he tried to finish, released slowly from her fingertips to pinch harder and harder on defenseless nerves, soft touch going to full flesh-squeezing pain.
"B-boundarriess."
He forced his lungs to breathe deep and slow, oxygen helping to offset some of the pain on his sensitive skin, even as it started to build up more the longer they remained, pinching so tight on tender buds. A slight hiss inserted itself into his voice every so often.
"Shhhh," the woman cooed softly at his ear, grinding slowly and affectionately at his shaft again. That attention, terrible and wonderful in equal measure, only built further on the rising tide of sensation in his nervous system, each new wave crashing against harder against his mind.
"Who's my big tough werewolf?" she asked, rewarding him with another rub across the middle of his chest with both her hands.
The large beast looked at her pathetically, his sensitives only beginning to be abused with a long way yet to go. Meek eyes, lusty yet pleading, darted sparingly down across her mostly naked body.
"Y-you've got a b-big tough werewolf?" he tried to ask in return, glancing nervously about. "W-where's he got to?"
Her body shook mirthfully.
His own stayed helplessly, almost painfully, spread wide, with a low purple speedo holding too snugly to his sack, a cockring strapped too tightly to his exposed shaft, and clamps pinching far too roughly to defenseless nipples.
"Well..." she said, bending over further to slip her hands behind his head and thread her fingers through his hair. Her cheek brushed his own, as her lips breathed closer to his ear. "I've always thought ... that you were pretty big..."
Her lower half dragged against his large erection, and his chest rumbled happily.
"As for tough ..."
A cool breath chilled his left ear, and he gave a small shiver beneath her, the lobe twitching rapidly. He whined at her just once, not even bothering to try and make it sound masculine this time.
"... I've always liked you sensitive," she whispered at his ear again.
The second shiver had nothing to do with cold air.
"Ai ... Ai love ya," he mumbled submissively, tugging at the two mitts with his arms again, flexing them for a brief moment.
Rubbing her cheek to his, Maria ran a hand over his shoulder and across an arm, riding over the great bump where his bicep was.
"I love you too," she whispered back, happily, confidently. "You really are hot, dear ... Very, very hot and I'm a lucky woman to have you..."
His ego, buried under several layers of submission, writhed at its latest round of stroking. The wolf fidgeted beneath her again.
"Ai ... Ai am?" he asked sincerely.
It didn't matter that she'd told him a thousand times or more. He still wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. Everyone else could call him a monster if they wanted, hulking lupine murder machine as he was, but so long as she still loved him, he'd be happy. His body almost trembled as her lips teased slowly over the edge of his ear.
"Very," she said, repeating that one word several times while she held his head with both hands, the better for her to nibble along tender lobes. His breath came in faster the more her lips and teeth played over the edges of his ears, until he started to tug at his bonds again and squirmed slowly under her weight. Only when she was satisfied with his right ear, did she finally finish, "Very, very hot, my dearest hunk of manwolf you..."
And hands slipped around to hold his jaws, loosely guiding them as she moved in, and she kissed him again.
Softly, lovingly - it wasn't the rough kiss of a young couple bursting with hormones, forcing themselves upon the other in burning need. It was tempered. It was cool. It was love, romantic and cool as the breeze. Their chests breathed slow and steady throughout, and so they could have kissed forever like that.
Except, they couldn't, because one very vulnerable wolf was already so much on edge.
Maria leaned back reluctantly, sitting up on his shaft once more, to look down over her helpless conquest.
"I'm going to collar you now, Ferr..."
The wolf gulped once. His mouth felt so dry.
"Ai know," he said back quietly.
"We're going to test it first, okay?" she continued while reaching around in the black bag.
"Alraight," he replied. His stomach felt a pinprick of moisture in between a pair of his abs, and he crunched up to investigate.
The small line of precum dripped steadily from his shaft and had chosen the cracks of his abs to use as a river valley.
As soon as she had fished out the latest toy, her own eyes followed his down to the salty, wet surface. She dragged a finger down the center line, her nail tracing against his skin and grabbing some of the pre in its wake.
"Someone's getting messy already, I see..." she teased, before once more sucking upon a finger laden with his pre. He couldn't look away. His shaft only throbbed harder.
"C-can ya blame me?" he asked, muted and pathetic, ears down flat. The twinkle in her eye was like a supernova, one distant explosion of heat and light he knew would burn him alive if he got too close.
"I could," her dominant side made him sink lower in the bed. She trailed the one finger - now cool and clean with moisture - following the edges made by the top four abs. The trailing sensation reminded him of days with other things, more cold than cool, and wondering - hoping? - if those would be involved as well.
"But I don't think I will, today," she finished toying with him, making him sigh once in soft relief. She then rubbed the collar sensuously across his right arm, down his chest and abdomen, then back across his other arm while talking. "I'm going to put this on you, to see how tight is good, without choking you too much... And then we'll need to use the nonverbal safewords soon enough..."
His eyes, warily following the path of the collar, looked back to her as she mentioned safewords.
"Th-three quick grunts, if Ai really want ya to stop wot you're doing," he told her what she already knew, just so that they both were clear.
"And four quick grunts, if you really want it off," she said the next part for him, bringing the open collar closer and closer to his thick neck.