Too Much of a Good Thing
#3 of Commissions by Gruffy
Commissioned by
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"Ding-dong!"
The goddamn vibrating rings hadn't stopped for hours now...my boxers had been soaked by pre, and these were the second ones I was wearing now, I had changed after work and just paced around my apartment, waiting for our rendezvouz...now come on and fucking open the door.
He opens the door, smiling, wearing the most nondescript clothes imagine, even if you know what hides inside that creepily calm exterior.
"Well hello, Weston."
"Hi?" I say.
"Come on right in."
He takes me into the living room I barely saw during my last visit, and insists on serving me a cocktail of his own mixing and making some more small talk, all the time which I throb and mess my pants and wait for any kind of a cue from him to go on and give me what I really need...and want...at least he's made something to turn down those damn rings and the zapper...but it's now enough that I'm here and locked up and waiting for his next move. He seems to enjoy not doing it, though.
We sit there pretending to be civil for an hour before he finally speaks up, the way I want him to.
"I presume you cleaned yourself up properly before you came here, Weston."
"Of course I did," I snort, still feeling a bit squishy after the enema.
"Good. Go to the guest room, strip, and put on the outfit that's been laid down on the bench. Don't mind if you can't close the zipper, I'll do that once I come in there myself. It should fit well enough."
I want to ask him about it, but I don't dare to, instead, I just lug myself into the guest room that is his dungeon, filled with all imaginable bondage paraphernalia. folded on the bench is a pair of rubber pants and a rubber jacket...they're heavy, and they smell like a car tire...God...how expensive these must've been...and they're definitely bear-sized, nothing he could ever wear himself. Maybe he wants to have a lot of ursine guests over...
I strip, and then I try wriggling myself into the oiled, snug garments, getting more and more aroused and panting by the time I've managed to get the pants on and start on the jacket. There's a slit on the front of the pants and my caged dick pokes out, as hard as it can get. The jacket feels as tight as the pants, but of course, since I can't really reach the zip on the back, it isn't proper yet.
I hear shuffling steps before he appears, and my muzzle falls open. The small arctic fox has turned black...he's covered in rubber and leather and who knows what, complete with boots, gloves and...oh fuck...even a gas mask covering his face and making him look even more demonic than I could even imagine...what's with the Darth Vader noise he's making when he breathes...
"Turn around."
I submit to having the zipper pulled, and soon I'm enclosed in a full-body condom by a similarly attired fox who has a hold of me by my cock, and I know there's nothing I won't do to fulfill his whims, as long as I get to nut.
He keeps me just standing there while he fits stainless steel stirrups onto the bondage chair, and pulls out a covered steel cart, loaded with equipment I can't even imagine.
"Time to get down, papa bear," he growls through his mask.
I climb in, the rubber creaking, the bench creaking, too, when I get tied down with leather straps and buckles. He takes his time fondling over my body, too, my bulging belly, my arms and legs...stroking me in a way I can barely feel through the thick rubber. I can hear that he is breathing faster, too...the rubber is already glistening where my poor trapped dick oozes.
Once he's done, he disappears somewhere behind me and appears with a black leather hood. I look at him but I can't see his eyes, but I still get the feeling that he's smiling, as he pulls it over my head and traps it in place. It's got holes for my ears so that's not too uncomfortable, but there's no breathing holes for my muzzle, only for my nostrils. I test it out, and it's okay.
"You probably wonder why you're not gagged...but that's simply because I want to hear you...papa bear..." he growls.
"Try me..." I mumble through the leather covering my muzzle.
He touches my ears and I feel something covering them, and a moment later, a strange buzz fills them...making me unable to hear anything else but the beating of my own heart, and that strange white noise that's blocking everything away. I'm blind, and I can't hear...and I can barely smell, too, with the tang of rubber so strong.
"Hmpphphph!"
I almost cum when he takes the cage off me, the plastic removed, and my cock seems to grow like a spring...finally released and allowed to grow to its full length, and it taps against my belly...I moan so deeply, it almost feels like cumming, it's simply wonderful, it's finally happening...
He leaves it like that and thrusts slick fingers against my ass. There's a zipper on the strategic spot on the back and he gets to my crack easily. It feels cold...lube...and then something else, large, icy cold and smooth, sliding inside my prepared hole, easily.
I almost hold my breath, just before the thing in my ass begins to vibrate. I moan deeply, and my cock throbs...it feels like cumming am I going to...yes...oh my God...oh my God...and he's grabbing me, with a lubed, gloved paw and jerking me off....
"AAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
I don't know how much I spooge, so much must be pouring out of me, my groin on fire, my prostate vibrated into oblivion, my entire body shaking as my first orgasm in three weeks explodes through me and leaves me hyperventilating through my nosepad. He keeps stroking me at a breakneck pace, not letting my pulsing erection a moment's break, he just jerks me off and off and...I soon can't decide whether it hurts, or feels good, he just keeps going at it.
"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!"
Now the damn plug in my ass not only shakes, it also bakes...fuck...it's got e-stim on it...my prostate will probably never be the same again, I thought dully, floating somewhere between consciousness and fainting, hyperventilating and hypersensitive with my groin practically melting with every pulse coursing through me, again and again, and he just keeps going...for how long, I don't know, but I do know that the paw disappears after some undetermined time, and he leaves me lying there, strapped and rubbered up and with the toy whirring happily in my ass and making it impossible for me to relax for a single moment, even if the overstimulation on my cock is gone.
...for how long, I'm not sure, because soon he's slathering me with lube again, and rolling something over my slick shaft, something that feels cold and rubbery and fits tightly around the base of my dick. It feels kinda weighty, too, and I'm not sure what it is, and my mumbled question gets no answer...and even if he did, I couldn't have heard it.
It takes me only a few seconds to realize that he's attached me to a milking machine, once the tugging starts...and I know it won't be stopping anytime soon. I moan helplessly at the idea of his ultimate deviousness...he promised me that I'd get off, and now he won't be letting me not get off anytime soon...my once-emptied balls keep churning now that the lubed sleeve sucks on me, and I know that it has endless stamina, unlike the fox's paw...he must've jerked me off until he was exhausted, and now he'll just enjoy...ohohohohffuffuuuuck...
ZAP!
"fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
My cock feels like it's on fire now, he must've put electro on it too, it's...ahaha it's too much, I'm cummmmmmmmm...
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
I blast into the pistoning tube covering my dick, and he won't give me a pause, the pulses, the sucking, the buzzing, the humm...my world seems to shrink into nothing but the body of rubber covering me, enclosing my shaking, sweating, heaving body while he just observes...getting off at seeing me get what I deserve...what I begged for, and what I'm not getting for three weeks' worth in one go...and there's nothing I can say to stop it...no safe word...no complaints...only my moans and grunts and wails, when my third orgasm is forced out of me...or when the sucking machine continues even when he takes the plug out and replaces it with his cock...even timing it so that he shoots scolding hot cum into my asshole the same moment that I too out a forcedly milked load into the sloppy tube...and then he just shoves the plug back in, and I'm going again, and he's tickling my footpaws with what can only be a feather...
"ahahahahahhhahahahah!"