[Commission] Ice Cream Suprise
Charlotte and Mike were two otter siblings playing in the yard outside their house. Charlotte was 5 and a half years old, her yellow summer dress rippled with the wind as she played with her brother in the grass. Mike was wearing some small jean shorts and a red and white striped shirt. The cubs giggled and laughed as they played, running, screaming with joy, and all the while neighbors passed by and waved. Their parents moved to one of the safest neighborhoods in the country, so they felt comfortable with letting the two have free roam of the yard.
As the day's sun held high in the sky music started to fill the air. The two stopped running and listened closer. They both looked at each other and shouted "ICE CREAM!!!" and they bolted off their yard and down the street, fast as their little legs could carry them. Mike was slower than his sister, and nearly fell over once as they ran down the sidewalk. Coming over a small hill right towards them was indeed an ice cream truck, playing that magical tune. It was plain white with a giant ice cream cone on the top, the music got louder and louder as it came, the two cubs started waving their arms up and down, worried that the man driving wouldn't be able to see them. The truck slowed down and parked on the curb of the street, all sorts of ice creams and prices were printed on the side. Pictures of flavors, freezy pops, and all sorts of others were printed on the side too. It made their mouths water, especially on such a hot day. A grey wolf appeared as the window on the side of the truck opened, he had a big grin on his face and a very cheerful demeanor, "Hey there kids!"
They both jumped up and down, "ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM!!"
Chanting in the street the wolf chuckled and waved his hands down, "Alright alright, what can I get for you two cuties?"
Mike burst out "Chocolate!!" while Charlotte looked over all the ice creams available. After a few seconds she spoke up, "I want a lemon pop mister!"
The wolf grinned and said, "Ok kiddos, that'll be $5 please!" the two cubs got quiet, neither one of them had any money, usually mommy or daddy bought stuff, Charlotte spoke up, well mister, we don't have any money."
The two cubs looked down, quiet sad at their predicament, the wolf looked dwn the street, and looked up it, making sure no one was around. "Well alright, I guess I can give you guys one free ice cream a piece, but under one condition," he spoke in a sing-songy voice.
"What dat?" Mike asked
"well, you guys are gonna have to get the ice cream for yourselves!"
The wolf disappeared from the window and the two hear the back door open, the wolf peaked around the corner of the back of the truck.
"well come on then, let's get your free ice cream!"
The two kids cheered and headed to the back. The wolf offered to boost the two up, However, the wolf did something rather naughty, he first lifted up charlotte, he put one hand under her armpit and the other right on her butt, feeling the soft tush through her summer dress, he even gave it a light squeeze, but the girl was so enraptured by the idea f free ice cream that she never noticed. The boy was the same way, a light squeeze on the boy's bottom as he was lifted into the truck. They looked around and marveled at all the different types of ice cream there were. The heard the door shut and the wolf was in the truck with them, "alright kids! Choose whichever flavor you want!"
The two turned around to look, only for a white cloth and a strong paw to be up over both of their faces. It smelled awful and made their heads feel light. The wolf pulled the both of them close to his body, so all their wiggling was contained and their screaming was muffled by the cloth. They couldn't see, but the wolf grinned deeply as he held those rags over their noses, it only took a minute or so, the two getting weaker by the second. Eventually, both of them dropped to the floor, passed out from the chemicals in the rags.
The wolf, Ryan, put the rags away, his pants already tenting with the possibilities of these two. He put away the rags and kelt down to bind the two unconscious otters, just in case they woke up. After binding the hands and feet together, he walked over them and climbed into the driver's seat, he didn't bother with music now, speeding off just as fast as he could as to not arouse suspicion.
He drove out of the suburbs and into the countryside, and then a bit farther, where only forest back paths and one main road existed. He had spent years making his perfect dungeon. He took one of those forest paths, deep into the forest; he stopped at a shed, his shed and backed the ice cream van into it. After killing the engine he looked back at his two little victims, still passed out from the gas, that was to be expected, he anticipated about another hour or so before they came to. He desperately wanted to fondle them now, to feel, prod, and rub. But he knew that far greater pleasure awaited those who wait.
He instead, threw one over each shoulder, enjoying the soft small bodies for just a moment, and headed into the shed. He groped both their butts, allowing himself this small pleasure. He opened the trap door and headed downstairs, the two otters still silent and still as can be. Inside, cold stone walls comprised each wall and a single light bulb flickered. On the end facing away from the door were two sets of adjustable chains with clasps on the end, he decided to be nice and let the two be close, lengthening the chains so they could get to each other.
He let the bodies fall off his shoulders, the two bodies only giving the barest of movements. He started with the girl, clasping her wrists in the cuffs, he gave just enough length so she could kneel on the group but not fall without her arms hurting. He licked his lips but restrained himself, his cock was rock hard from anticipation, so he gave himself this one respite and unbuttoned his jeans, he went commando, so his hard, throbbing cock jutted out, he gave a sigh of relief as that hard cock tasted the air. He gave the girl as small pat on the cheek, she laid on the floor, not moving still.
He did the same thing for the boy, cock now poking him just a little whenever the wolf got a bit close. He shuttered with pleasure each time his tip his that young body. Once the boy was chained up, he went to the chest upstairs; it was filled with goodies, from ballgags, to spreading bars, to handcuffs. Toys to torture his victims, he grabbed two of the ball gags, the red rubber excited him. Downstairs he could hear the two cubs stirring just slightly moving, he knew that it was almost time. Ballgag in hand he went downstairs. Both of their breathing was heavier, panting almost. He bit his bottom lip and bent down in front of the boy. The wolf lightly caressed the boy's soft face before slipping the ballgag around his face. The red rubber indented with bite marks from all his previous victims. He roughly secured it, the kid's head jerking with the force. With the clasp secure and the otter now gagged he moved onto his sister. He allowed himself one last squeeze of her soft ass before putting on the ball gag. She stirred just slightly as he forced her mouth open and shoved the ballgag in. When he was done, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. Both cubs were chained, gagged, and just about to come out of unconsciousness. He slowly started pumping his cock, unable to take the anticipation of what he would be doing to these kits. He went upstairs, back to his shed; he sat down, naked now, stroking and waiting for those two kits to wake up.
It took only 15 minutes, the sister woke up first, her only weakly lifted but shot open once she realized she couldn't open her mouth, she looked around, confused, she remembered the ice cream truck the nice wolf, but now she was in a basement somewhere. Her arms hurt from being lifted so much, the cld metal on her wrist scared her. She tried to cry out for help but her voice was silenced by the weird rubber ball in her mouth. She tried to spit it out, but only dribble came from her mouth. The ball was attached to the back of her head. She stood up, her arms finally able to rest onto her sides. She saw her brother next to her, in the same situation, she screamed at him, muffled, trying to get his attention.
She started t cry just a little, she couldn't be very loud because of the gag, but finally he stirred away, and when he saw he was somewhere he didn't know, he started to panic, his arms flailed as much as they could in the chains, dribble cam out of his mouth constantly as he tried to speak or spit out the gag, but it remained. Tears formed in his own eyes as his muffled cries went unheard by the outside world. He crawled over to his sister, who hugged him tightly, they looked around, unsure what to do. Finally, they heard footsteps. Each one heavy, coming down a wood staircase they creaked with each step, they could only stare at the door in the room in terrified silence, unsure of what was coming for them.
Finally, the door opened, coming out of it was the wolf from the ice cream van. But he was naked; the boy struggled even more with the chains while the girl could only stare at his huge 8 inch cock. They hugged one another even tighter as he came into the room. The wolf grinned and walked over to the both of them; Charlotte looked down and saw he was holding a knife, a combat knife, with a very sharp edge. She gulped as he walked towards his brother, she screamed into the red ball in protest, but a quick glare from the wolf silenced her very quickly. He knelt down placed the knife on the side of the boy's' throat. The cold metal made him stop and look up in fear, the otter could only whimper in fear as that cold, sharp edge traced around to the front of his throat, the very tip pressing against his adam's apple. Finally, the grey wolf spoke, "Now now, I know you're scared, but I don't have to hurt either of you."
He stood up and withdrew the knife, the otter boy hung his head down in relief, "There are a few rules you two are going to want to follow if you don't want this" he hold up the knife gleaming in the dim light, "To go into your throat, understand?"
The two kits nodded, the boy whimpering with even more fear now. The huge wolf above them spoke again, "Now, the biggest rule is do what I say, you do that, and keep me happy, well....you'll walk away from this just fine."
He thrusted the knife forward, the tip cutting right past the girl's neck and into the wall, "But if you don't, well, you will never see your parents again, and they won't ever find your bodies."
They began to cry out in fear now, tears running down their faces as they shied away from the scary beast, "Good, I'm glad we all understand each other."
He steps back and says, "Now the thing I want the both of you to do first is stand up, now."
The nodded, still hugging each other they got to their feet, quaking in fear. The wolf drank in the sight, before stepping forward again. The two kits winced as strong hands grabbed each of their shoulders and pulled them apart from one another. The wolf caressed a hand up to their throats and said, "Ok, which one of you is first?"
They looked confused as the wolf scratched his chin, obviously not expecting an answer from the ball gagged cubs. He pointed his knife at one, and then the other, doing a silent game of eenie meenie miney mo. Finally, his blade pointed straight at the girl, who immediately shrunk back in fear, back hitting the wall, protesting into her gag and crying, scared of what would happen. He roughly grabbed her shoulder, her brother falling down backing away from him, his eyes shut and wet. The girl cried out in pain from the rough paw, the wolf steadied his knife, and the sharp blade was thrusted forward.
There was the sound of fabric ripping as the wolf cut away the first strap of the girl's dress. She sniffled and the closed her eyes again and turning her head as the knife went down her collar, cutting the yellow dress right down the middle. It got stuck in the middle, so the wolf grabbed the now split parts of her collar, holding them up as he sawed the blade down the dress, ripping as much as he was cutting it. Cutting away all this made him shutter with delight the very tip occasionally poking the otter's fur. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to move. Finally, it reached the end. The cut strap made the left part of her dress fall open. He could see she was still too small for a bra, her light blue panties had a small butterfly on the top, he unconsciously licked his lips, but restrained himself, "Later," he said aloud. The girl was too busy sniffling and trying not to cry to listen to him. He looked at the mess of a dress before him and grabbed her shoulder again. She winced with pain as her chest was slammed into the wall, her back now exposed. There was still the left side to work on.
He flipped the knife in the air and caught it was practiced grace. His eyes roamed her body, looking for a point to cut. Finally, he saw one, he poked the knife the right side of the dress, under her armpit, and began sawing down again. He left the strap on, letting the cloth still attached dangle from it. The sound of tearing fabric cut through the air. Unable to hold them back, tears poured out of the otter's face as her dress was ripped away from her body.
Once again, he reached the end of the dress, the knife cutting way the last piece. He took the strap in his hand, and dramatically threw the cut cloth off her body, leaving her only in her panties as she shivered in the cold basement. The wolf let his eyes roam her body again, admiring the slightly plump body she had, he was tempted to rub his hands all over it. But, there was another cub to attend to. He turned his head and glared at the boy, who was on the group covering his face with his hand. The wolf leered over him, knife in hand and mind racing with all the possibilities on how to cut up the horizontally striped shirt. His throbbing shaft made it just a bit hard to think, but he settled on what he'd do with a cruel smile. He picked the boy up by the collar and planted him on his feet, "Now don't move boy, or I may hurt you."
Before the boy could say anything, he poked the shirt right underneath the first stripe, and began cutting to the side. The boy stood still as a statue as the knife moved through the fabric. The air was again filled with the sound of cutting fabric, but also of the child, shivering and crying in fear, stiffening each time the knife blade touched his fur. Finally, the first stripe was cut away in a red band of cotton. The wolf tossed it into the corner laughing. The wolf flipped the blade in his hand so it was held downward. He pushed the tip on top of the center of the boy's much larger collar and pulled the knife down.
It was rough cutting, no sawing, he jerked his arm down with every cut. The boy struggled to keep himself on his feet. The shirt tore in two as his knife tore the shirt completely open. The boy's nips poking out of his fur from the cold. The wolf looked at the boy's jean shorts, denim was going to be a bit of a challenge, but he'd make it work.
The wolf spun the blade again, back upright in his hand. He grabbed the short's leg and poked the knife in. It took a bit a force, but it poke through.
"God damn, you're really makin me work for this huh, boy"
He spat out the last word. He really had to saw with this, using the serrated end too. Ripping and tearing through the cloth took quite awhile, especially trying not to hurt the boy. The wolf wanted to cut their clothes to bits, not them. He had to use all his strength, pulling and tearing at the jeans, using his claws t get a good hold on it. That summer dress was tissue paper compared to this. Thankfully, the boy's shorts were fairly loose and he was able to get his knife through the material without making the boy bleed. The tip of the knife did poke the otter boy constantly though. He didn't dare move, or even breath, as the wolf cut away his clothes. When the tip cut the waist, the shorts fells down on the boy, revealing his "super bunny" underwear, navy blue with a yellow star right on his little crotch. The wolf licked his lips again. He grabbed the otter by his sides and spun him around; getting a look at the cartoon super powered rabbit that was on his butt. He runs his hand over the boy's butt, the soft, supple butt felt fantastic, he had a few gropes of it before, but something about running his hands over something so soft made his cock throb even harder.
He snapped his fingers, making both of the otters wince in fear, he pointed at the girl and then right next to him. Without protest, the girl came over, watching as the wolf spun her brother around again, now running his hands over the front, tapping on the bright yellow star that was at the front. When she got close enough, the wolf hooked his arm around her waist and brought her in close to him, making her squeal in fear. He swiftly slide the knife underneath her panties reading to cut out and have them drop to the floor, but paused. He retracted the knife, leaving her panties unscathed. The wolf decided not to ruin such great jerk off/sniffing material.
He stood back up, admiring his handiwork, shreds of clothes littered the floor, the girl otter's knees were quaking in fear as she was exposed to the world, her cute little panties made his mouth water. The boy was holding himself, crying and trying to not look at the wolf. He drank in the scene, his cock never flagging. He pumped his shaft a few times, before removing his hand and kneeling back down. He started with the boy, holding his knife in his teeth he digs his fingers into the boy's briefs, pulling them down swiftly. He's greeted by the sight of the otter's cute little pecker. Tiny, the balls yet to drop, he continued to pull the boy's underwear down, making him step out of them. He holds the underwear to his nose, giving it a deep sniff before he turns to face the girl.
For her, he wrapped a single finger around the small strip of cotton hiding her lovely little pussy from the world. He felt her soft, fleshy pussy as he did so, a small taste of what was to come. He slowly pulled down, careful not to break the fabric. The cloth slide down her legs, and the wolf stared ahead as her slit was revealed to him. He couldn't help himself, before the panties hit the floor he shoved his face forward. The girl gripped his head trying to pull him away, but it was no use. He snaked his tongue out into her; licking up the sweet sweet taste of young girl. His hands gripped her thighs as he did so, licking and pushing into her, deep as his tongue could get.
Finally, he popped his face away, breathing hotly on her exposed puss; which made her shiver. His eyes roamed over to the boy, hands still gripped on his sister's thighs. With his left hand he cupped the boy's ballsack, fondling the testes as he did so. With his right he ran his hand up and into the girl's crotch. He extended his middle finger and circled it around the girl's opening. She gripped his hand at first but a glare from him made her retract her arm. And without looking away, he shoved the finger inside her dry passage. She cried out into the ballgag, spit running down her chin. He focused on the boy again, holding the little boy's shaft in his forefinger and thumb and jerked him off just a little, and only for a short while. He was too terrified to get hard, instead he simply sobbed, biting on the red rubber ball.
He stopped groping the boy and moved his arm around to get a handful of that young cub ass. It was so small in his hand, didn't even fill it up halfway. He still gave a squeeze though, eliciting a particularly hard sob from the boy. With his right, he gave the girl a few more wriggles of his finger, before sliding his finger out and tracing it back, so his finger was in the middle of her cheeks. He opened his hand and with a greedy palm, squeezed her ass too; getting the softest sensation his paws ever had the pleasure of knowing.
With the two cubs properly molested, he decided it was time to give himself a little fun. He retracted his hands, being sure to still snake them across their soft bodies. He got back up and brought the two close together, so they were standing shoulder to shoulder. His poor throbbing length had gotten very little attention, so he decided to fix that. With one hand quickly stoking his shaft, and the other cupping his balls, he began to jerk off; pointing his cock directly at the two naked cubs. The rush made his length hard, and the sight of those two kits made the pleasure mount quickly, his hand was almost a blur as sticky pre-cum leaked from his cockhead and dripped onto the floor. The two cubs could only stare at the wolf, not knowing what to do. Finally, however, with a groan and a growl, the wolf came. White seed sprayed from his cock, huge ropes flew out, all landing on the two cubs. The boy got the first rope, hitting him in the face as then the chin, he recoiled and hugged his sister. She got one right on her chest, as she closed her eyes in disgust, anther rope hit her square in the eye, a strand connected to her nose.
The two cubs held each other as the wolf panted, spent from cumming such a large load. After a minute he took a deep breath, then exhaled, "Alright, that's enough fun for today."
He walked up behind the boy first, undoing the mechanism that kept him chained up. But he wasn't free yet, the wolf grabbed the rope in the corner. He bound the cub's hands together behind his back,
"Go sit in the corner, I'm faster than you if you try to run."
The boy nodded, and slowly made his way over while the wolf turned his attention to the girl. She held out her paws in front of her, expectantly, the wolf gripped both of her wrists, the quickly yanked them back behind her, where he let the cuffs fall to the flor with a clink. He bound her tie a little extra tighter as punishment.
Holding onto the rope that kept her bound, he fore-walked her over the stairs, he grabbed the boy's left arm as he did so, dragging him along.
The fresh air gave no respite for the two cubs, as they were herded to the back of the ice cream van. The refrigerator was still running, so he popped open the freezer and took out two things of ice cream. He opened one and dug a hand in.
"Alright, you get chocolate!"
With this he thrusted his paw forward, smearing the brown treat all over the boy's face, nearly blinding him with the cold sweet treat. The wolf dug his paw into it again, to coat the boy's little pecker and balls with it. The cub shivered ad screamed into his gag from the cold.
The wolf let the bucket of chocolate fall the floor as he opened up the other one, "And YOU get strawberry!!"
He did the same thing, digging a hand into the bucket and absolutely covering her face and privates with the cold sweet treat. He even got a piece lodged inside her dry puss, now dripping with pink cream. He let that bucket fall to the ground as well, looking at the two naked, gagged, bound, sticky, and cold cubs. Finally, he smiled as quick as a flash he yelled as loud as he could, "NOW GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE I KILL THE BOTH OF YOU"
The two cubs screamed and ran away, a small trail of melted ice cream followed them as they ran off; muffled screaming filled the air for a minute before they ran out of earshot.
The wolf stretched and called it a job well done. He retired to the front seat, sniffing the boy's undies and length hardening.