From Florist to Pet
Self-discovery can happen by wearing a mask
Kinktober Day 18 – Genital Torture
From Florist to Pet
Self-discovery can happen by wearing a mask
Kinktober Day 18 – Genital Torture
“He’s cute.”
“He’s adorable.”
A huff answered the affirmations, followed by heavier steps. The result was another inch through, and a body that would be looking even redder under that fluffy white fur.
But did it matter? Not really, as the couple toasted on the prepared sangria and enjoyed the flavorful liquid as it disappeared in their helmets.
They sighed approvingly. A scaly green hand even reached for the second’s neck, stroking the fur while the duo waited… And observed Asgore’s progress.
A progress that was painful and for many reasons. First among them was the weight attached to Asgore’s testicles. The poor florist practically had a bag filled with stones to drag across the wooden floor. His fluffy testicles, so white and soft, were practically red and looking like they’d burst while he continued to advance.
His face could be wrought with pain and difficulty. Sadly, it had been decided a while back that Asgore had to wear a puppy mask. The gag was fitted in his mouth, the black latex concealing and altering his features until he had a ‘muzzle’. Panting and needy. No traces of his clenched teeth, of his sweat-riddled fur, or his beard. He could have been anyone. But his bloodshot eyes remained the same, fixated on the two guards.
The ‘Guards’.
Not so many cared for their names, and themselves did not care to decline their identities. Many knew them as the Guards for the helmet they wore on all occasions… Helmets that were pretty dashing and fit them well. Even as they were naked except for leather harnesses and leather thongs clinging to their genitals.
Genitals that were… Massive, bulging, practically mind-blowing as to imagine how the two were capable of hiding those boulders inside their pants without anyone noticing.
But it was those boulders Asgore was watching with insistence, hunger… Desire. Lust. Lustful enough, he whined audibly.
“You are almost there, ‘gory,” encouraged the Dragon Guard, raising his glass.
“Do not mess with him.”
“But it was your idea.”
Idea. Ideas.
After all, they were a couple. Together, but open-minded and technically open to anyone. And when they got in contact with the local Florist on a BDSM-focused dating app, the two were glad to have found a new partner.
The chubby florist, and ex-police officer, was a delicious mound of fat and fluff. Not as lovely as the Bunny Guard. But fluffy and bountiful enough to arouse their appetites.
Enough to welcome Asgore in and share one night with him, then two more. And then, there were the… Rules. No, the plays.
Asgore was there, but he was mainly their toy. They’d signed on it, even recorded it with the naked Asgore in between. So long as Asgore was here, he was to serve. And today’s service was… He had his balls tied to the bag and carried it with him as they moved around occasionally.
Kitchen to cook, living room to read and relax, and even in the basement to have fun.
Much like now, with the two sitting on the dirty sofa they used when things were about to get messy. Asgore’s erection remained, and though the pain was written all over his body, there was no grief or anger. Merely pain. Merely yearning as he ended up crawling towards the Dragon Guard, going between his legs and putting his face, latex-ridden, on the Dragon’s lap.
“Aw. What a good boy,” said the Royal Guard, stroking Asgore between the ears while eyeing his partner, who stood up and went to fiddle with the ropes tied to Asgore’s testicles.
A little exchange, after all. Same as removing the gag in Asgore’s mouth.
“A very good boy. He should be rewarded,” cooed the Bunny Guard in return, passing a hand on Asgore’s swollen and sore testicles… And yet, passing something around them.
Something that made Asgore almost whine in pleasure, then yelp when his orbs were squeezed, violently, for a second. Then, the Bunny continued his fiddling while the Dragon kept ‘doting’ on the Florist by scratching his neck.
“A good boy who’s been needy all day. Isn’t it? Bark.”
“Ruff! Ruff!” answered Asgore, imitating the sound and the panting as well.
“Good. A good pet that needs his reward,” cooed the Dragon, his helmet turned up. “Is it ready?”
“Almost.”
“Almost ready, boy.”
A whine came from Asgore, pleading. Even his eyes, no longer as bloodshot, were insisting. Puppy eyes.
“Don’t do that to me, boy. I know you want it,” said the Dragon, stroking his bulge. “But we won’t do that yet. Is he ready, honey?”
“He is,” confirmed the Rabbit, producing something else… And inserting it inside Asgore’s wide rim.
A dildo, a vibrating dildo. But it was broad, massive, practically the same size as the two Royal Guards sported between their legs. And that dildo, so huge, crushed Asgore’s guts so much it made his belly bulge even further.
Belly the Dragon stroked, feeling the plastic through before he snapped and raised one finger.
“Go on, Asgore. Paws up,” said the Dragon.
And Asgore did it, raising his ‘paws’ but keeping them close to his body like a dog. Like a pet, the two admired their ‘Pet’ while the Bunny sat down.
“I prepared it to happen in two minutes.”
“Good,” answered his lover, leaning and hitting their helmets together in a sort of kiss, though none could see it. Except them.
A kiss they exchanged, with the flavor of sangria hanging in the air before the Dragon returned to Asgore… And waved his hand.
“Turn. Smile! Bark! Down! Roll! Dead!”
To each order, Asgore had to answer. And the florist, quite overweight to the point of having lovely bosoms, huffed while following them. ‘Smiling’ with his tongue out was easy. Barking, too. Going down was killer for his back, more so as he had to keep the dildo inside his stretched asshole. Same for rolling, though lube dripped down. And dead? It was more manageable, though the posture forced him to keep his legs spread and up, much like his arms.
Exhaustion was visible on his body. Yet, he remained a ‘puppy’ playing, whose fluffy tail wiggled above his posterior. All the while, the Dragon chuckled, enjoying giving the orders.
“You said two minutes?”
“Almost. It should be off.”
“It’s… Ah! Here it is!”
It was… More than a mere teasing.
As Asgore’s nuts, still swollen and red, were lying against his perineum… The little toys taped to them turned on. They were not vibrating eggs, but little pads with their own batteries strapped to Asgore’s inner thighs.
So, once the countdown was over, the pads delivered shocks… Electro shocks right onto Asgore’s aching and low-hanging nuts. Right on his precious jewels that had already been abused by carrying weights for a while.
Worse was? Asgore barked.
He reacted by barking, as he was conditioned to do here. He barked loudly, huffed, and whined, too, while his balls were zapped. Slowly at first, but faster and faster. And yet, he had to follow the orders.
More than that, he had to continue jumping, standing up, rolling, despite his uncut and erect cock pointing forward and releasing precum all over his fur and the floor.
He had to twist, roll, jump up, and even squat while trying to keep that dildo in. And whenever it slipped out, it was to receive a smack on the balls from the Bunny and to get that dildo pushed back inside.
An abuse, a brutal kind of play. Yet, underneath the mask, Asgore was satisfied. Happy. Pleased. The pain, as omnipresent as it was, meant pleasure. Pleasure, delight, satisfaction that he reached through and after it.
A sensation that would be given when the Dragon’s pacing slowed and he beckoned Asgore… Approached him, gripped him by that hard and drippy cock. He held it, squeezing it, while turning to see the Bunny.
“Is he a good boy?”
“He is,” nodded the Bunny, reaching for the battery between Asgore’s thighs. And he clicked on something.
The moment after, it was as if Asgore balls were being constantly hit by the shocks. His sphincter no longer controlled itself, and the dildo merely slipped out. Asgore’s cock bounced, too, from the shocks going through his pelvic muscles. And then… Then…
Asgore came.
He came with a long and powerful whine, his cock pointing forward and right at the Royal Guards. His shot was… long. Absurdly powerful. It was akin to having all those denied orgasms, all that pain, all that edging, finally spent in one white, steamy shot that landed on them both.
Asgore whined, his balls still shocked and lifted by the muscles while he came, ejaculated a few more times… Only for him to be spent, through and through… He felt like his legs would give out under him, and they did the moment the battery was turned off.
He dropped, his face first, as he whined. Luckily, he landed his muzzle on the Bunny’s musky bulge.
The landing was brutal, commented with a huff. And then a smile as silence remained.
Waiting… Awaiting. Until Asgore lifted his thumb… And the two Royal guards chuckled.
“Let’s make him clean his two favorite bones,” said the Dragon Guard, reaching for his thong to deliver that monster of a cock. The night was young.