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As much as Grantly still didn’t like baths, sometimes it became a necessity one couldn’t ignore. Especially when the professors took note of his reluctance and decided to lecture him on the importance of a knight “smelling good” and “being clean”. He was clean! All felines were, and they didn’t need baths to stay so.

Even so, it was time he ventured into the hot springs again, and with Argo off doing something else with the annoying prince, Grantly decided that Oscar would make good company for this arduous task.

To his surprise, it took some convincing to get the wolf to agree. He usually seemed eager enough to take a bath with Argo, so the tiger had to resort to accusing Oscar of playing favorites. The faked hurt ended up being enough of a persuasion tactic, and that night the two friends found themselves alone in the changing room next to the school’s hot springs.

As Grantly chatted away about his day while they undressed, however, he noticed Oscar doing so much more slowly, as if reluctant for some reason.

“Hey, man, if it’s really this much trouble to keep me company…” Grantly said, growing annoyed.

“What? N-no, it’s not that. Just go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute,” Oscar said.

“Fine, fine.”

The tiger stepped into the steam-filled room, breathing in the scent. The water looked inviting enough, he supposed.

Having stepped in, he slowly submerged more and more of himself. Just then, Oscar stepped into sight, holding a small towel at waist level.

“A good knight has to be observant,” Professor Celio had said, and it was certainly true in Grantly’s case, because in that brief gap between Oscar putting aside the towel and submerging his waist in the water, the tiger noticed something odd at his friend’s crotch.

“Hey, what’s that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“That metal thing on your dick,” Grantly explained as he scooched closer to the wolf, who in turn slid further out of reach. “Come ooon, let me have a look!”

Oscar splashed him with water, causing Grantly to retreat back to his side of the pool, where he stared at his classmate with a sulky expression.

“It’s just… something for my writing,” Oscar finally said, eyes closed. Even with the steam swirling on the surface of the water, concealing what lay underneath from view, Grantly could tell that the wolf had hidden his crotch area with his hands now.

“Writing? How so?”

“If you must know, it’s… a cage,” Oscar muttered, turning his gaze aside in seeming embarrassment.

“A… cage?” Grantly blinked at the wolf, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

“Yes, a cage. You know… for your, uh, nethers.”

“So it’s a cage for your dick?”

Oscar didn’t reply, instead sinking further down into the spring until all but his shoulders and head were hidden from view. But Grantly was far too intrigued now to let this topic go.

“Why would you put a cage on your dick?”

“I told you, it’s for my writing!” Oscar said. “It was Argo’s suggestion. He said that when I wrote erotic scenes, it lacked spice, so if I instead went some time without, um, pleasuring myself, maybe it would make me, you know, more…”

“How long have you had that on?” Grantly asked, even more confused by the explanation.

“It’s been almost two weeks.”

“WHAT?!” The tiger leapt to his feet, water splashing all around him. Dashing to the wolf, Grantly grabbed his friend by the shoulders, squeezing. “That’s insane! No man should have to go so long without relief!”

“Ow ow ow, Grantly, let me go”, Oscar whined, but the tiger ignored him.

“The dick is a symbol of your manhood, a glorious tool! Would you sheathe your sword, only to chain it up so you can no longer draw it?! To put your dick in a cage is just like if a knight did such a thing to his trusty sword!”

Oscar finally managed to rise and shrug off the tiger’s grasp, pushing him back. His voice dripped with annoyance as he said: “Don’t be absurd, it’s nothing like that. I simply gave up on pleasure now to build up my desire and let it flow into my work.”

“But you must be insanely pent up!” Grantly gaped at the wolf, still unable to comprehend what was going on.

“It has been… challenging, I’ll admit,” Oscar said, settling back into the water. “But Argo has the key anyway, and we said I’d go for a full month.”

“A m-month?!” Grantly sputtered. But this sure did sound like Argo. No doubt a part of some scheme the blue-furred wolf had devised. The tiger knew very well that the third member of their little group could be quite devious.

“Can you please put that away?” Oscar said.

“Huh? Oh…” Only now did Grantly realize that his own manhood was at half-mast this whole time. Thinking about it, the idea of Oscar like this was strangely arousing.

Still, the tiger sank back down into the water, trying to ease back from his agitated state. His canine friend had closed his eyes in a seeming effort to relax as well. Grantly followed suit, spreading his arms and trying to focus on the warm embrace of the hot spring. Except… his erection had only grown, and he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking glances at Oscar.

It was becoming too much to bear.

“Can I look at it?” the tiger asked at last.

“Look at what?” Oscar said, his tone weary.

“At the cage! I’m just curious.”

“I… don’t know,” the wolf mumbled, again averting his gaze.

“Come on, I’ve never seen anything like that. I knew there were chastity belts or something for the ladies, but I had no idea they made it for dudes.”

Sighing, Oscar nodded and slowly, reluctantly, rose from the bath once more. Wasting no time, Grantly approached, leaning down to inspect the object of his curiosity.

It was a cage alright, almost perfectly shaped to sit snugly on the wolf’s thick member in its unaroused state. A small lock sat on the top part, right at the base of the dick, keeping the whole metal construction in place. Aside from the rings running down the whole length of the cage, there was an additional ring, wider than the others but still a tight fit around Oscar’s balls.

Oscar stoically endured the inspection, keeping his eyes closed and face turned to the side.

“So what happens when you get hard?” Grantly said as he continued to marvel at the device.

“It doesn’t let you get hard, that’s the point,” Oscar said. He then let out a yelp as Grantly unexpectedly cupped his balls.

“Hmmm…” Grantly hummed to himself, massaging them as he continued to stare at the caged dick.

“W-what are you doing?!” Oscar exclaimed, swatting the tiger’s hand away before covering his crotch up with his own.

“Just wondering what would happen.” Grantly said with a smirk. He saw Oscar gulp as the wolf closed his eyes again and breathed slowly in an obvious attempt to contain his arousal. And what do you know, the tiger himself was at full mast now.

Truly, this was an unexpectedly erotic situation. The wolf, with his sword chained in its sheath, so eager to be drawn, yet unable to escape…

“Well, you’ve had a look. Can you just let me enjoy my bath now in peace?” Oscar said, his voice shaky.

“Sure, buddy. Although…” Grantly’s grin grew wider. If this was truly a scheme concocted by Argo to make their canine friend desperate and pliable, then he might as well beat the little devil to the punch. “You know, if it’s to build up your desire or whatever, I don’t get the point of caging your dick unless there’s something truly testing your limits. Something like a special treatment from your friend…”

Oscar was now staring at him, wide-eyed. “I don’t see what you’re talking ab—”

“Turn around and bend over,” Grantly said. The wolf opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, wordlessly, only swallowing hard. Then he did just as Grantly had instructed, bending over the edge of the pool, putting his arms on the tiled floor of the springs while keeping his legs submerged to the hip in the water.

The sight was enough to make the tiger feel light-headed. Oscar’s surprisingly muscular buttocks, the wet fur slick in places, ruffled in others, and there, in between the shapely mounds, the hole awaiting Grantly’s touch. The tiger’s dick was almost painfully hard now, and for a moment he forgot all about the reason any of this happening at all.

Oscar gasped, tensing his buttocks as Grantly’s meat slapped against his crack. “A-ah, Grantly, w-wait. I’m not ready… for that.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I had something else in mind first,” Grantly said even as he slid his dick up and down the length of Oscar’s asscrack. Speaking of desperate, he was getting quite impatient himself, but a good knight knew patience, too, and he wanted Oscar a lot more eager than this.

So he stepped back, admiring the view for a moment, before falling to his knees and burying his entire face where his dick had been just seconds ago. As his wide tongue tasted the wolf, Oscar let out a whimper that melted into a long, deep sigh of pure pleasure.

And so Grantly began with long licks, from the taint all the way to the small of the back, each one eliciting another sigh from the wolf. As he licked, Grantly grabbed both buttocks with his hands, squeezing and kneading, his head swimming with the intoxicating thoughts of his hips slamming against this ass.

Even more inebriating was the moan Oscar let out when Grantly decided to focus fully on the asshole. He spread the ass and buried his face in it, pushing his tongue as deep into the wolf’s hole as it would go, tasting every inch while inhaling the scent.

“Aah… ah…” As the wolf moaned, Grantly could feel his friend’s body relaxing, the hamstrings no longer tense, his upper body splayed across the wet surface. At that realization, the tiger gave the ass one last, protracted lick, before pulling his head back.

“How’s your dick in there?” he asked, panting.

“It’s… tight. I want it out…” Oscar whined, making no effort to rise up from his position. Not that Grantly was done.

“Sorry, buddy, I don’t have the key. Besides…” Grantly grinned, once again slapping his dick against Oscar’s ass. “That would defeat the entire point, wouldn’t it?”

A shudder went through Oscar’s body.

“Hm? What’s that?” Grantly said.

“F… Fuck me.”

And that’s all Grantly needed to hear.

Oscar’s asshole, still more than wet enough from Grantly’s earlier efforts, let him in with only a modicum of resistance. Still, the tiger went slow, as much out of consideration for his friend as the awareness that if he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from slamming away with wild abandon. Which was far from easy, with Oscar letting out loud moans with every inch that slid deeper into him.

Now fully inside, the tiger took several seconds to let Oscar adjust. The way the wolf’s ass squeezed his dick was almost unbelievable. How could Oscar give up sensations like this for an entire month?!

Drawing up to his full height, Grantly firmly grasped Oscar’s hips and gave the wolf one thrust. With Oscar making no attempt to stop him, only letting out another moan, Grantly took it as his signal to begin fucking in earnest.

So the next thrust was harder, faster. Having withdrawn the dick to about halfway, the tiger shoved it back inside, burying himself to the hilt inside his friend.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Oscar moaned, burying his face in his hands. Grantly pushed into him again, himself letting out a moan at the pleasurable feeling. It was as if his friend’s soft insides were made to pleasure his cock, gripping it from all sides, massaging it as it was thrust back in, again and again.

The wet sounds of Grantly’s hips slamming against the wolf mixed with their moans and panting, echoing softly in the hot springs, with neither trying to stifle the sounds they were making.

As the pressure in his crotch built, the tiger was tempted to flip his friend over, to look Oscar in the face as they continued to fuck, but even this short of a pause now would be too long for the tiger. He needed to keep fucking, to keep Oscar moaning as the dick impaled him, to fill him up completely…

“FUCK!”

Throwing his head back, Gruntly clamped his jaw shut as he came inside Oscar, continuing to thrust as the hole squeezed more and more of his essence out of his cock. Slumping over the prone body of his friend, the tiger finally came to a rest, even as he felt the asshole continue to spasm around his manhood, the sensation strong enough to almost make him pass out.

He didn’t know how long they both lay there, with Grantly still inside, both panting as if they had just ran a hundred laps around the school. The tiger’s heart was beating hard enough that he was sure Oscar could feel it as his chest pressed against the wolf’s back.

Finally, with a loud groan, Grantly straightened and pulled out his dick, which was somehow still pulsing in his hand.

Oscar still laid there, breathing heavily. As the tiger pulled him back by the hips, the wolf weakly pushed himself up with his arms.

Grantly took the opportunity to touch the cage and was surprised to find it a different kind of wet from before.

“Is this pre?” He asked as he grabbed Oscar by the shoulder to turn him around.

“No… I think I…” The wolf spoke slowly, his face showing only a hint of disbelief. “I think I came.”

“Huh, what? How? I thought you couldn’t get hard,” Grantly said, staring at the cage that he now saw was undeniably slick with cum.

“I didn’t! It was just… too much…” Oscar whined. “Now I’ll have to start over, idiot!”

Grantly blinked.

“Hah, well… Even so, it’s new inspiration for your book, no?”

“I guess…”

As he stared at the bashful wolf, Grantly belted out a loud laugh.

“Ugh, I knew we shouldn’t have done this!” Seeing Oscar sulk, Grantly laughed even louder.

Maybe sometimes baths were a good thing after all.