A Night in Bondage
#2 of Under the Tiger's control
Well, here we are again. Everyone comfy? Does everyone know what they're getting into here? Did you tell the pups to scram? If so, I see no further reason to stall you, let's begin!
Buuuuuuuuut before we begin, there are some AIM screennames in this yiff. They are neither mine nor my master's. In fact, they're not real. If someone makes them, well, don't bug them. Now let's really begin.
"And now, my little foxxie, you get to play with all the toys in that big, heavy bag you dragged in. Oh, we're going to have so much fun with you..."
The kitsune looked up at his perfectly-toned, striped master, smiling at him and blushing just a little bit when he realized how silly he must look. Urine stained his perfectly white muzzle and dripped into the holes between his sharp teeth. Crevan immediately looked back down at this realization, and sent bits of the liquid all over his previously-white chestfur, entertaining his feline master until the tiger noticed that his pet was dripping on the floor in that position.
"Sex pet..." growled the tiger, quickly changing his tone from a loving, firm voice to one full of anger and disappointment at his new acquisition. Grabbing the kitsune's muzzle, he jerked it to point at the ceiling. After smearing the drops of pee into the pet's now-yellowed fur, the tiger stood up and carried Crevan by his muzzle to the king-sized bed and threw him down forcefully, causing the pet to bark out in pain. Master immediately fastened heavy straps of leather on the kitsune's wrists and ankles and left him to lay there while he cleaned up the small mess on the carpet.
When the tiger returned to his toy, he found that the kitsune was already unsheathed, and his knot was slowly growing. Crevan turned his head to the side in embarrassment, ashamed at not only disappointing his master, but also getting hard before his punishment started. The tiger, however, just grinned and made his fingers into a ring. Sliding the digits down over the pet's foxhood without as much as scraping it with a pad, he came to the tender point of his growing knot and gripped down as hard as he could, making the knot stop growing immediately. As the kitsune barked out in a mixture of pain and pleasure from the hard, unexpected pressure, the master reached under the bed and pulled out a large bucket of ice from the small refrigerator hidden under there.
"Need I remind you that pets should never receive pleasure unless their masters deem it necessary to their play?" The tiger narrowed his green eyes and pulled out a special, thin piece of ice from a side compartment in the bucket. Holding his fox still, a striped paw steadily drove the extra-thin icicle into the hole of his pet's cock. Crevan stayed absolutely still, knowing that if anyone made too much of a move, the icicle would be broken, and he would likely have to go to the hospital. The frozen object made the kitsune's penis retract and pull back into its sheath, and, once the icicle was all melted, the tiger put a heavy digit over the pet's tip, keeping it firmly inside its warm cove.
The tiger reached back under his bed and took out a small, slightly thin dome of metal. "Pet, this is so you won't get too excited. I'll be putting this little prison on your shaft, under the sheath, and I doubt I'll be taking it off tonight or even this week. In fact, if you disobey me at all in this period of imprisonment, I'll just snap the key. Is that understood?" The fox nodded his overaroused head quickly.
"Good. Now, to get this on, I'm going to have to make a painful piercing in your sheath, and slide some fairly uncomfortable tabs into your urethra. This will also let me use the electrodes on the sides to shock not only your cock, but that furry container and your slit, too. Get ready for it, and don't you move a muscle."
The tiger removed his finger and, before even the kitsune's shaft could respond, slammed the prison on, forcing Crevan to deal with the featureless insides of the newest addition to his body. The tiger followed this painful act with a quick stab to the fox's sheath, a piercing needle driving through the tender flesh. After some fiddling and stretching Crevan's piercing, the feline was able to get a small tab connected to the sheath into the hole. Letting Crevan deal with that for just a bit, the tiger petted and stroked his fox's heaving chest, letting him know that he's doing a fine job.
After a few minutes of calming the toy down, Master got up and retrieved a black bottle from his bathroom and poured some liquid into the cap. Crevan closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to not whine out or plead for a stop to the play. Too soon, a cold liquid poured down his sheath, washing away the blood and making his new hole bubble furiously as the tiger repeated the sterilizing until that reaction died down. Feline whiskers brushed the fox's face, followed by the warm cheek of the tiger, letting Crevan know that it was over. A small click was heard once Crevan opened his eyes.
"The worst is over, babe. Your new prison is locked on. I'm going to let you get a bit of rest, for now. You just watch the TV until you want to play again, okay?" The tiger smiled lovingly at his mate, his pet, and gave him a rough lick on the side of the muzzle. Struggling to lick back, the pet strained his bonds, making his master giggle and hold his head up. The kitsune nipped and kissed at his master's maw for a few minutes, until the tiger set his lover down and switched the set on to a show talking about Greece. Crevan watched halfheartedly after his master closed the door on the bedroom, thinking more about his meal that night and the events leading up to this moment, painful as some might have been.
The pet was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard a sudden change in set, the monotonous narrator going silent, along with the rest of the sound. Opening his eyes curiously, he was shocked to see a yiff picture he had saved to his laptop suddenly appear on the screen. After a few seconds, it turned to another, then another. Crevan was suddenly painfully aware of how hard he wanted to get looking at the bondage yiff he had saved, the metal cage stopping him from even getting unsheathed. The sly, teasing voice of his master came on audio, and started speaking nonsense.
"Session start. Monday, December nineteenth, 10:40 PM, 2003. AIM: CrevanFox - Sezzyleathertiger"
Crevan perked his ears up, recognizing the screennames of both him and his tiger master. As the kitsune listened curiously, he was suddenly aware of a minty smell emanating from the nightstand, the scent somehow relaxing his sheath even more, while making his foxhood struggle even harder to come out. His tip felt like it would burst the metal, if it wasn't for the painful, dulled edge of the tabs running into it.
"Sezzyleathertiger: I pick you up and sling you over my shoulder, carrying you to the bed, then lay you out spread eagle.
CrevanFox: I stay still, wanting to be as good as I can for the first bondage lesson..."
Crevan opened his eyes wide and started struggling even more, breathing heavily though his nose. This was the first one of their yiff sessions from a few years ago! The kitsune quickly found that he could avert his eyes from the slideshow of his smut, but the tiger's voice, and that strange scent made him more aroused than he could ever have gotten from the pictures alone. Crevan lay there, completely alone and surrounded by yiff. As his master's voice went on, the pet was leaking out of the extended hole in his sheath and downright spraying his face with precum. This kept going for a while, and the fox found himself afraid that his stream wouldn't end.
It seemed that as soon as that thought crossed his mind, a huge, muscular figure appeared in the doorway wearing a gas mask and carrying a cooking pot with a large hole in the side, along with two buckets full of differently colored liquids. A striped tail flicked out of the figure's jeans, and rested itself on Crevan's shoulder once his master sat down on the bed. Crevan figured that the voice he was hearing on the TV was a recording.
"Allow me to explain a few things for you, boy. I want you to know exactly what is happening to your body tonight so you don't get too scared. I have hidden a few pills I found at the local drug store in your food. One of these pills make you lose a good gallon or so of cum if you were to orgasm or...leak..." The tiger quickly affixed the metal sheath to the hole in the pot, letting Crevan's pre fall into that.
"Whatever is in this pot will be your breakfast. Your seed and urine, and mine, so don't be afraid to let loose. Now, I've also hid a powerful diuretic in your dinner. You'll notice that you'll lose quite a bit of bodily fluids because of these two drugs, but we'll get to that soon enough. That scent you smell is called Barrenwort, but I've referred to it as Horny Goat Weed. It's to make sure you get enough proteins in your breakfast by making you focus more on your arousal, rather than that acidic taste of my urine making its way through your system. Now, about your fluids. A couple of my friends and I have been saving up our seed and urine for just this occasion, and we've gotten quite a bit, as you can see"
The tiger hoisted the two buckets on to the bed, one in each paw. Being clear, Crevan could easily see which was the cum and which was his owner's piss, though the one full of urine had a cap sealed on top to keep in the odor, and the one with cum seemed a little bit lighter.
Master reached for the leather bag Crevan had left on the floor and took out a leather gag, with a large, metal tap forking in two directions on the front. After he affixed that to his pet's muzzle with a minimal amount of force, he screwed a long, black tube on both tubs, and then fixed these on both sides of the forked tap. The tiger then pulled the lever on the tub of urine and watched as it slowly drained into his pet's muzzle.
"You'll be drinking our piss first. Dessert comes when you're finished with it, and I'll be watching to make sure you drink every last bit."
All through the night, Crevan tried, struggled to get to sleep, or at least rest for a while. The pain of his prison, combined with the outright desire to fuck, however, left him wide awake. His master made sure to include every single yiff and role-play on their logs, and even the ones without outright sex was driving the little fox crazy with need. He also had the annoying habit to go out of chronological order, and stick to different subjects. Because of this, he found himself listening to hours of role-playing being walked naked in the park, followed by a great length of bestiality, followed next by the several instances of spanking. Crevan even found himself listening to the same subjects being read over and over again when his typing became more excited and descriptive.
Following the last line of text Master had typed before having to go to bed, a strange sound came out of the set. It sounded to Crevan like sand vibrating around in his head, along with things he had only heard in a few avant-garde industrial albums. The break from the yiff, though, was good enough to make him not question this new sound, until his master's voice started again.
"Rule one, no clothes for any submissive vulpines. Following this rule makes you a good pet, you want to be a good pet. Rule two, you will do anything I ask, when I ask it. Following this rule makes you a good pet, you want to be a good pet..."
Crevan closed his eyes and moaned out loudly through his gag. He knew that his master was incredibly interested in psychology, and apparently, he wanted to start up some experiments in hypnosis with his new pet. Crevan played along, though, knowing that he had no choice but to hear this repeat a couple of times. Soon, the fox found himself repeating the words his master drilled into his head and believing in them past any orders he ever had in his brain before. After about twenty times of the feline's voice going over the rules, he went silent again, and the music stopped.
"Session start. Wednesday, August twentieth, 11:37 PM, 2005. AIM: CrevanFox - Sezzyleathertiger..."
It is now 4:26 AM, seven hours since Crevan arrived at his master's house. The pet has almost reached the halfway point on the cooking pot, mostly with his precum. However, there was a period where his master had stopped the recording of yiff and turned off the TV just to get Crevan unprepared and comfortably sheathed when it started up again a few minutes later. This break had let him take a needed piss into his bowl, recycling a good amount of the same substance he had drunk for the past five hours. Crevan was surviving on a few quarts of cum now, and his eyes were bloodshot from not being able to sleep, as well as a few minutes of crying from the frustration his metal sheath provided.
The television was showing the last yiff picture he had on his laptop, when it suddenly stopped and exited out to his desktop. A six hour-long audio file just finished up with the words, "CrevanFox: See you in Colorado, honey!" The kitsune's eyes opened wide. It was over! He would finally get a chance to stop drinking his master's fluids and just rest for a while. However, his pointer slowly, painfully slid up to the play audio file button, and he could hear a very small click come from the next room.
"Sezzyleathertiger: I pick you up and carry you fireman style to the bed, then lay you out spread eagle..."
Awww, the poor foxxie ^_^
Well, here it is, the second chapter. Again, tell me what you think, give me advice, complaints, orders to do a backflip, anything you want, as long as it's helpful!