Thank You, Master
An odd little something. My own foxy makes lots of kinky ideas run through my mind, but when I sit down to write them I can't help but flesh them out and give them an interesting context. The tags are accurate, but don't worry, it's actually kinda sweet in its own way...
Exactly 1000 words. Enjoy(?).
The weasel whined and writhed and wiggled on the bed, sweating and shaking as he tried to support himself. His arms quivered and his breath panted as he uselessly humped the mattress, his only hope for getting himself off now. The big fox lying next to him had gotten done using the weasel's ass for his pleasure, and had long since satisfyingly spent his seed in the condom that was now residing in the trash by the nightstand. The canine was now sprawled out and propped up, content, comfortable, and clothed, watching a football game on the TV on the wall. His svelte weasel boyfriend had begged the bigger, dominant male to let him cum too, or even mercifully lend a paw, whining that he was sooo, sooo close and it would only take a minute...but the fox had ignored him and rolled off, flicking the TV on and getting himself dressed before flopping back down.
The weasel had pleaded, whimpered, and humped up against the fox, but to no avail. The mustelid's throbbing member went uncared for by his lover, who had only shushed him. "Shut up, I'm trynna watch this. If you gotta get yourself off, then go ahead, but leave me alone." When he'd seen the weasel reluctantly reach for his own cock, the fox had smacked the hand away, hard. "Don't use your hands. Just hump the bed."
Now, after almost twenty minutes of desperate thrusting, the weasel was almost ready to give up and just deal with the blue balls he'd surely have after being aroused for so long while the bulky fox made him worship and nuzzle and suck his cock, and then gave him a sound fucking. The bed was beginning to chafe on his shaft, the lube beginning to wear off that had been rubbed on it when for several gracious seconds during the fuck the fox had grabbed the weasel's dick and given it a few rough strokes. This was not working.
All the while, the big fox absentmindedly rubbed the weasel's still-bare ass and patted it affectionately, but didn't spare a glance to the plight he'd inflicted on his boyfriend. "Mmfff..." The weasel huffed and grunted and tried to call any attention to his need, but the fox's eyes were glued to the TV, only his hand shuffing over the mustelid's tail idly. "Please...Master, I need more, I'm so close, please..."
The canine sighed and sat up. "I told you, I'm done. And I really wanna watch this." When he saw his long-necked little friend guiltily lower his head and whimper, the fox felt a pang of affection and mercy that only fed into the dominant instincts that he knew the weasel loved. "Aw...is little bottomy weasel just not used to humping things?" He patted the smaller male's butt again, seeing him shake his head from side to side and whine. "Okay, I'll help him out then." The fox stood up from the bed, taking his time to stretch mightily before rummaging around in a nightstand drawer. He sank back onto the bed wielding what he knew was his obedient lover's favorite dildo, one slightly bigger than the fox himself.
It wasn't long until the weasel had resumed his ordeal full-force, moaning as the dildo was fucked into him by the fox, who had his arm draped down his boyfriend's back so his fingers could tease the base of the toy and stir it around inside of the weasel. One of the reasons the fox liked his little lover so much was that the skinny sub had no desire at all to top. Sure, the fox had made him try it once, but the weasel had been too scared of hurting his master and couldn't even keep his erection. The weasel had felt terrible that he couldn't please the flabby fox and almost cried...and the fox had found it actually very sweet and held the smaller male and stroked his headfur until he'd calmed down. Then he'd begun playing with the weasel's penis again and got him back in the mood. "Would it make you feel better if I fucked you?" he'd asked with the hint of a chuckle. At the vigorous nodding of the weasel's head, the fox had rolled him over and given him what he'd wanted, then continued comforting him afterward while staying firmly and pleasantly lodged in his backside.
Ever since then the submissive and dominant sides of the two had really cemented themselves. The weasel's trust was in the fox to not abuse his fantasies of orgasm denial and control, not to mention the penchant for being sexually ignored. His foxy always knew when to give him love and comfort though, as weird as their sexual dynamic was, compared to their personalities outside the bedroom. When not indulging in each others' kinky sides, the fox tended to be a lazy oaf, and the weasel was sharp and proactive.
In the year they'd been together, they'd found out that they were a good complement in just about any situation.
The weasel finally got himself off from his awkward, sweaty humping, though more from the pleasure and slight humiliation at having his ass stuffed so casually. His cock sprayed a small puddle of jizz all around itself on the bedspread, which its maker quickly collapsed into, his arms weak and shaking from supporting himself for so long. "Gooooood, good boy," the fox reassured, continuing to wiggle the toy around and push it ever so slightly into the weasel's well-used asshole, giving some more affectionate rubs to the defenseless butt cheeks as well. When his lover's breathing returned mostly to normal, the fox withdrew the dildo, eliciting a soft, aching moan from its recent taker.
Coming back from giving the toy a rinse, the fox settled back in on the bed, flipped the channel to something he knew they'd both enjoy, and murred when his boyfriend snuggled up to him. He heard a whisper of, "Thank you, Master."