A Gift That Keeps On Giving
Stories can be gifts, like this commission for nj997, given as a gift to his friend.
In it, we have a first person telling of a master giving his pet a very unique gift: A plant that comes to life when properly agitated. Early on in the story, it blooms into fruition, and tentacles spring into action, helping the dominant party to keep a tight, firm grip on his favorite submissive.
What better way is there to spend a birthday?
As always, read, comment and enjoy!
"Master...it...it's beautiful!"
I grin. I can feel the smile spreading all the way up to my ears as I look down on my little pet. He's smitten with his gift, and I couldn't be happier, myself. Already, I can see the soft glow of energy beginning to resonate around it.
"I had a feeling you'd like a plant like that," I reply casually. His interest in botany is never lost on me, and I take that interest to heart as I watch the plant with eager eyes, as much as I watch my pet. He's sitting on the bed, smiling up at me, without a scrap of clothing on his slim, pink fur. His tail wags as I gaze over it, and I know he's excited, but he's also fully unaware for what's to come.
The plant doesn't just sit dormant, for long. The tighter he hugs it to his bare chest, the more it glows, until leaves of green expand and grow outward rapidly. They flower with such speed that it can't possible be natural, and those wide, growing leaves begin to wrap around the arms and legs of my pet, who, despite all of the pink upon his fur, I can tell is flushing under the surface. The plant was a gift, indeed, but a sly trap, at that, and one that I think he'll come to appreciate, as I approach the edge of the bed.
"M-Master?" he asks, his voice stammering just a little bit in that cute, bashful way that it does, whenever he's caught a little off guard. The pot falls from the arms of my pet, down to the bed, and the plant continues to grow all the same, as the leaves become thick and rigid in their positioning. They're more like tentacles now, and as they spread across the bed, my pet quickly realizes that the plant is meant to bind him and keep him in place. I grin and lick one of my sharp, exposed fangs as I admire just how perfectly the plant worked on my pet, spreading his arms back from his body, and untangling his legs to take away any chance at remaining modest.
My pet is every bit as exposed as he could be, fully nude against the spread of the sheets, bound by the gift that I've given him. He struggles a little bit at first, and I chuckle as the plant holds firm, each tentacle keeping a tight grip on his arms, and the inside of his thighs. Thinner strands of plant life spread around his wrists and bind them above his head as I begin to climb onto the bed, and stare right down at the soft, purple tip of his cock, as it begins to emerge from his sheath. I could easily play with it, and tease him, but as I gaze down along my own, vibrant blue underbelly, I can see that my body doesn't have the patience for such soft play.
My cock is already beginning to throb as I crawl over my pet, and his eyes, once gazing up into my own, are immediately drawn to the sight of my most private flesh. As the tip slides past the slit that encases it and begins to grow, I see my pet licking his lips eagerly, and his eyes soften, as if to silently beg for a taste of my manhood. Each ridge that passes through my genital slit entices him further, and the tentacles that restrain him are suddenly quite the burden as he strains against them, hungry to have a taste of my length.
Soft, smooth ridges along the bottom, and sharper, thicker ridges along the top are nothing new to him, but I keep him waiting a moment longer as he nearly starts to drool beneath me. He looks so cute, so desperate for a taste that I can't keep holding out on him forever.
"Beg," I growl at him, as I narrow my eyes upon his form.
The vines are coming to life again, and I can see one of them beginning to creep toward his tailhole, sneaking past the soft tufts of white and pink fur to massage at the tight pucker. It makes things difficult for him, but as he struggles to focus, I still hear him whisper, "Please, Master...p-please let me suck your cock..."
His voice is heavenly, and upon the sensitive flesh of my ears, it feels every bit as pleasant as the cool rush of water upon sun-kissed skin on a summer's day. My cock responds and jumps slightly at the prospect, and finally, as he opens his muzzle wide, I lean forth and drive my hips in, stuffing my rigid length right into his maw and silencing his begging. Despite his long, sharp fangs, he's entirely too skillful, and each dangerous, sharp tooth dodges my length, something that always fascinates me.
His tongue wraps around the very end of my manhood and slurps at it, before acting much like a snake and traveling up along the underside of my most private flesh. Such a long tongue is a blessing for someone like me, as I watch the unique appendage weave in and out of the small, rounded ridges on my skin and reach all the way back toward my genital slit.
My pet may be a bottom, but when he's eager, he's effective at getting what he wants. Never one to deny myself such pleasure, I happily bump my hips inward and begin to thrust, guiding my cock deeper into his maw until I can feel the tip brushing against the back of his throat, but my pet never gags or whines. He only rumbles from the throat with earthly delights and continues to go deeper, until I feel the firm ridges on the top of my flesh grinding against his tonsils.
Such dedication is a blessing, and certainly, the reason I would give him such a gift as the plant that I did.
Every bit as greedy as I am, my pet swallows around my length and makes it obvious what he wants. The plant keeps him in place as the spare tentacle begins to penetrate his ass, and I wince just a little bit, closing my eyes and letting out a soft gasp of delight as the first strands of my cum begin to spill right down into his gullet, past his throat, and finally, he whimpers. I snicker, despite my overwhelming orgasm, and pull back just slightly so that my seed can spill over the length of his long, coiled tongue, and finally, my hips move back just enough that I can ejaculate right onto his lips. He opens his muzzle wide and as I gaze down into his maw, I see nothing more than webs of white, sticky seed sprawled across his insides, giving me quite the swelling of pride. More of my cum drips down from the end of my cock and spills upon his tummy, staining into the soft pink of his fur and making him simply purr with delight at the touch.
Panting quietly, I smile down at him and watch, able to see how the tentacles tease his body. He'll need a release soon, himself, and I'll be more than happy to grant it, once I catch my breath.