Good Boy
It had been a long week. Between doing some grunt work in the McFinney's garage, walking back and forth between the park and the bar, _and_getting bruises on top of bruises from the occasional street fight, it was a wonder I didn't pass out as soon as my face hit a pillow every night.
Of course, when Fi gets an idea, it's hard to argue with her, which is why right now my balls felt like they were going to explode. I was trying to play it off casually, but Fiona McFinney, as much as she liked to say she wasn't really a slut, was really good at handling my dick. But then, I might just be biased.
"You're wearing my shirt again."
Fiona stopped for a second in the process of tying her knot, looking down at me with a smirk. And sure enough, the shirt she was wearing exposed one of her shoulders since the neck of it was so wide, and she could forgo any kind of pants if she wanted and still keep modesty for the most part.
At the moment she was securing my forearms to the arms of the computer chair, which was big enough seat both me and someone else in my lap with a good amount of comfort and some nice springiness which gave comfort for excessive bouncing.
I knew this because Fi and I have tested it extensively.
"Well," she said in response to my observation, looking back down at her work, "you've been such a good boy this week. Decided to give you a treat." She turned her back on me once my arms were secure, moving to the nearby shelf full of books and video game cases to pick up the spiked collar and short leash. I bit my lip, noticing that she was wearing my custom-tailored shirt that we'd saved up for, rather than one of of the cheap ones we'd bought specifically to get me riled up. This one had two long holes in the back so that I could slip my wings through them, with enough room that they were still comfortable.
If anything, the fact that she was wearing a shirt that I knew smelled like me did it for me more than anything else so far.
After six nights straight of teasing, rubbing, grinding, and edging, I was now sitting naked on a swiveling chair watching my half-naked friend-with-benefits come back to me holding a collar with attached leash in one hand, and a blindfold in the other. It was another one of those things that she'd found online; To spice up the sex life, y'know.
Of course, in this case, we did some actual research so that neither of us came to _actual_harm: The knots of the ropes could easily be pulled loose by Fiona in case the binding started hurting me, for one, and the collar she was fixing around my neck now was loose, so that it didn't restrict airflow.
I bet a lot of people who are really in to this sort of thing might find this boring, but truthfully I think this is about as kinky as either of us are willing to get.
Wrapping the end of the leash she'd attached to my collar around her hand, she gave it a little tug, pulling my torso forward as she bent down, looking me in the eye. "How's that feel?" she asked, anticipation and just a little trepidation in her expression. This was new for her just as much as it was for me, but we'd taken all the precautions, I was ready for this.
"Like I could punch a hole in a brick wall with my dick," I said, and I surprised even myself with how husky I sounded. "And the collar is good, too," I added, squirming a little in my seat. Fiona let out a little laugh, tugging the leash again. She pressed her palm under my chin and angled it upward, leaning down to bump her nose against mine. Reaching behind me with her other hand, Fi smiled down at me. I longed to kiss her, and my arms were already straining against the binding, but I put that down to the fact that I was working off of seven days' worth of buildup for this moment.
"Remember," she said, leaning over and forward to whisper into my ear, "the safeword is 'bread and butter'."
"Technically those are multiple words," I rumbled, and Fi snorted, taking the tip of my ear between her teeth. I shuddered as she tugged, then released my ear before I felt something slip over my head. Closing my eyes, I let her push the blindfold down over them. During our testing we'd tried one of my hats, just pushing the brim down over my face to blind me, but we found that I could still see a little too much, since I had a giant, fat head. For full sensory deprivation, Fiona just decided to buy a cheap cotton blindfold for sleeping.
We did, however, make a note for future reference that my hats could easily cover Fi's eyes without too much issue, since her head was smaller than mine.
The blindfold still had the desired effect: I couldn't see a damn thing. That on top of not being able to move my wrists gave a certain level of helplessness, countered by the solid grip on the leash, assuring me that Fiona was there, keeping me grounded and calm. I felt my breathing quicken, I felt her warm body near mine like a beacon.
I felt her smaller hand start sliding slowly down my belly, stopping at the scars there to rub at where the three intersected. It wasn't particularly sensitive, but she still trailed her fingers along the one that was the most jagged on one end.
I heard her own breathing getting shallow and harsh as her fingers moved down. Tenderly, she trailed the tips against my sensitive skin, tracing the thick vein on top on her progress to the tip. Not to sound conceited or anything, but even taking into account that she was deliberately going slow, it took a long time for her to reach the tip. I felt myself dripping onto my own balls, which were still aching just a little bit. She placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of the tip of my dick, giving it just a small squeeze, and I let out a little whine, panting through my clenched teeth.
I heard Fi whisper out a soft, "Fuck" as she trailed her hand back down again with a reverse-grip, fingers wrapped around it properly now. The collar tugged at the back of my neck as she pulled me in, and I felt my cheek move up against her chest. I could tell it was her chest, since I could feel my shirt, and her erect nipples pressing through it. I knew for a fact that her nipples were sensitive, too, since she took in a sharp gasp through her bucked teeth.
I strained against the ropes binding me again as I squirmed on the chair, starting to whine as she teased my dick. A part of me hated it, this teasing that was _still happening_despite promises of release. But, a smaller, kinkier part of me - whose voice was getting louder by the moment - was thrilled; It was going to come, and so was I.
It was only a matter of time, I kept telling my waning patience, because Fiona hadn't gotten any for a week, either. I might have had blue balls, but Fi was probably even more frustrated than I was.
As if she'd read my mind, the chair creaked as Fi straddled me, and I felt her knees rest on either side of my thighs. She wasn't sitting on my dick, but I could feel the warmth of her pussy even from the distance she still was from me. "Losing your patience?" whispered Fi into my ear as her grip on my dick tightened. I was leaking even more, almost a steady stream, and she used it as a natural lubricant, still tugging her hand along the shaft.
"No," I lied through clenched teeth, and I was surprised again, as my tone was soft and rumbling. She gave the leash another tug, forcing my maw upwards. I smelled her most recent meal as she spoke, her breath puffing out onto my lips.
"You're such a bad fucking liar, y'know that?" she said quietly, huskily. Her lips were less than an inch from mine. I tried to move forward, but she moved her hand off my dick, instead catching my muzzle by the chin. "And after I said you were such a good boy, too..."
I was panting through my teeth again, my brows probably forming lines on my forehead. I could smell her, almost as strong as if she were in heat. Her knees were squeezing against my thighs, pushing them together just a little bit to press around my dick and balls. The effect actually made me groan through her fingers as I tried to let my head fall back. She held me fast, not letting me have too much freedom.
"And here I thought you were an honest man." Her thumb trailed along my lips, pushing against, then past them to rub along my sharp teeth. I unclenched my jaw with some effort, trying to relax. "C'mon, tell me the truth."
Without thinking, I answered her quickly, the words tumbling as I slurred around her thumb. "If I really wanted, I could break these ropes, bend you over the desk and plow you like a field." She actually stopped for a second, and I heard something odd; It sounded like she gasped a little, but it sounded wet. I don't know for certain, but I think she breathed in with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. All the same, I reveled in the fact that this was getting to her just as much, if not more, than it was to me.
"Let's be honest, you'd break the plastic arms of the chair before you'd break the fuckin' ropes, Windy." She wrapped her hand, which still smelled like my dick, around my muzzle and pulled me in closer. "And then you'd have to buy me a new fucking chair."
I tried to say, "Worth it", but with her clamping my maw shut, it was muffled. I think she got the gist, though, because she moved forward, walking her knees closer so that they were supporting her near my butt. The warmth of her pussy got closer again, but she sat her butt down near my knees. I twisted against the restraints without really meaning to, and she let my jaw go again, moving her hand back to my dick. "Fuck," I gasped, feeling her hand cup my balls, very gently squeezing them with her thumb.
My biceps flexed as I twisted my hands again, trying to move them in to take hold of her hips, which I knew were inches away even though I couldn't see them. She tugged the collar again, keeping me leaning forward as she moved to rub her cheek against mine. I felt her hot breath against my ear again. "So y'wanna fuck me?" she asked, rhetorically. "Push this big cock deep in my pussy? Pound me into the bed so hard that I'd tear a hole in the pillow from bitin' it?" Her fingers gripped around the base of my dick, where the outline of my knot was starting to form already. "Y'wanna knot me so I can't escape, huh? Rut my brains out so I can't think for hours?"
In hindsight, her attempt at dirty talk was a little silly, but, damn it, she was trying, and holy shit_if it wasn't doing it for me at the time. I heard the ropes actually creaking as I pulled against them again. I winced behind the blindfold, feeling her sit up again. My tip brushed against her clit. The chair wobbled under us as I desperately struggled against the ropes. One particularly violent twist actually made me yelp in pain. "Ah, _shit! Bread and butter; rope burn." The leash slackened, Fi pulled back, and I jerked my head at the ropes holding my left arm.
With a quick tug on both of the knots, the ropes loosened and fell away, and I pulled my arms up to rub at my wrist. "You okay?" she asked, and I felt her grasp the clasp of the collar, but I waved her off.
"Nah, nah, it's fine, just gimme a sec. Nothing else hurts, I promise." Okay, that was partially not true, since my dick was so hard it was sore, but I chalked that up to the long week.
"You sure?" I felt both of her hands press against my cheeks, running her slim fingers through my fur. It was amazing how tender Fi could be, especially considering her default personality, resting bitch face, and first impressions tended to be. "We can stop and I can just get you off now."
In answer, I reached out to take hold of her hips. I shook my head, squeezing her with both hands. "It's not your fault, I just panicked a little bit. It's fine, I swear, just... Keep it going." The chair creaked as she leaned in, tugging the leash taut again. This time, I felt her lips press against mine. Turning her head to one side, our mouth both opened to lock together, my tongue automatically seeking hers. It wrapped around the muscle, mine a lot longer and prehensile to boot as it squeezed.
The fingers of Fiona's free hand combed through the hair near my scalp, curling in to take a firm, but relatively painless hold. She was still a little hesitant, but she was steadily getting back into it. I deliberately kept my hands on her hips, since she was still in charge, and hadn't told me to move them. Sure, I wasn't physically bound anymore, but I wasn't about to take away her dominance.
Maybe it was because it was a bit awkward to get back to dirty talk, but when our lips parted, my tongue trailing back into my maw again, Fi didn't say anything at first, just pulled my head back with the grip in my hair. She was slow, and I didn't resist, moving with her guidance as I felt her hips come up off of my knees. Once again, I felt the heat between her legs as it got closer, and felt the drip of something warm fall onto the tip of my dick. I shuddered, my legs shaking. "Hold your dick still," she said imperiously. "Since your hands aren't full anymore."
Held by a short leash, I reached down with one slightly shaking hand, groping for the base of my penis. I felt her shift as she looked down, angling her hips. Her grip in my hair loosened so that she didn't accidentally rip any of it out as she slowly, almost agonizingly lowered herself. I felt the vein on top of my dick bulge as I slid into her with the merest amount of resistance.
Fi was so slick that I had to wonder if she didn't lube up between this morning and our session tonight. I wasn't really focused on any particular smell now, since my brain had shut itself off for a second as I finally - after seven fucking days- was experiencing her warm embrace. Both of my hands were on her ass as my knot bumped against her, but she gave the leash a tug.
"Ah-ah-ah!" she scolded me, and my brain turned back on. She kept herself deliberately still, letting my hair go and instead gripping a fold of skin at the base of my neck. "Did I _say_you could hold my ass?" I let out an involuntary whine, shifting my hips and trying to jostle her. She held fast, not letting me move enough to really go to town on her, as much as I really wanted to. "I'll tell you when you can grab my ass, got it?" Slowly, my fingers released their grip and my palms moved back up to her hips again. I was still shaking, but more out of anticipation than anything else by this point. "There you go. Good boy."
And, yes, I get a particular brand of satisfaction when she calls me "Good Boy", okay? Don't judge me.
"Now..." Fiona moved her hand from my neck to my shoulder instead. "Get a good grip and stand up. I'll lead you to the bed." My breath went shallow again, me hands sliding back down under her butt as I leaned forward. My legs were shaking, but I was still able to stand under my own power and support Fiona's weight as she wrapped her legs around my hips. She shifted slowly so as not to overbalance me, and I knew she was looking over her shoulder. "Turn to your right."
Slowly, I turned, swiveling us to my right. The small jolts of my steps made both of us gasp, Fiona actually panting harder than I was. "There," she said, and I stopped turning. "Small steps. Walk." Shuffling forward, keeping my feet close to the carpet floor, I made slow progress towards where I knew the bed was, but couldn't be certain of the distance. My toe bumped against one of her shoes, but luckily I didn't stumble. Eventually, finally, my knees bumped against the mattress, and Fiona wrapped her arm not holding the leash around my neck. "Down."
One hand coming up to support the small of her back, the other stretching out to the bed, I bent forward, pulling one knee up so that I was certain I wasn't about to fall, and lowered Fiona obediently onto the mattress. Her legs loosened once she was safely down, and pushed at my chest so that I straightened up, or at least as far as the slack she allowed me. I had to rest my palms on the bed level with her shoulders, since I couldn't pull back far enough to stand straight, and her other hand kept me from moving down any further, so I was looming over the smaller rabbit, but she was still in control.
"Fuck me," Fiona said. I grinned, pulling my hips back. "Slowly," she added, and I could hear the smirk in her voice as I let out a huff of frustration.
"This has to be... T-torture for you," I pointed out, but started my slow movements, rolling my hips forward to grind my growing knot against her clit, then pulled back again.
"You know the muh-magic words," she responded, her voice quiet and husky. She had me, there. But this last-minute teasing was fine, really. Fiona only had a little bit of control left of herself, if her scent was of any indication. My instincts were going crazy, begging and demanding that I rut her into the far wall. Sure, maybe if I'd had to endure teasing for just one more night-- "St-stop," she gasped suddenly.
I froze in place, noticing for the first time that her legs were shaking. "Are... Are you coming?" I asked, surprised.
"N-no," she gasped, her fingers gripping the fur on my chest. "Almost. Don't wanna too early. _Sweet fuckin' Christ."_I felt her quivering like a leaf beneath me, but it was subsiding, and she let out a breath she must have been holding, her heavy panting shifting her body. "Holy shit, am I... That fuckin' horny?"
"Must be. Shit, maybe we should do this more often... Heh." She laughed breathlessly, giving the leash another arm's length rug.
"Okay." Fiona adjusted her legs, curling them in so that I could feel her heels on the back of my thighs. "Plow me like a field before one of us snaps."
That, ladies and gentlemen, was music to my ears, and I didn't need telling twice. Before too long, the bed we were on was creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall. I knew that, in spite of the soundproofing foam, the whole damn house was going to hear what I was doing, but at that moment I really couldn't give damn.
<b> Plap, plap, plap , went my balls, slapping wetly against her butt, even with my knot preventing me from penetrating too deep.
I felt Fiona's body squirm and writhe. I could practically taste Fi's scent in the air, and even though I really wanted to, she was still holding me at bay so I couldn't kiss her. I heard her voice rise, louder than I had ever heard her before, but still not quite screaming. I knew she was unusually quiet during sex, so the volume being raised was a bit of a surprise.
"Knot me!" Fi cried out suddenly. "Now! Push it in!" I don't know how Fi could almost always tell when I was getting close enough, but I didn't have any problem following a lady's order.
Not that she'd appreciate me calling her a lady.
I lifted my foot up, digging my toes into the mattress, after about two or three attempts. With that support, her hips came up with mine so that I was pushing downwards with the assistance of gravity. My knot pushed against her with a fair amount resistance, her tight entrance almost not allowing me in, but with her encouragement, I kept trying, pushing down more and more firmly, my legs shaking more violently from the effort by the moment. By the time I was worried my knees might buckle before I knotted her, I succeeded.
_ Plop. _
With an audible, wet popping noise, I was in. I felt her arch up against me, felt her muscles clamp down on my dick with all their might. I heard her groan as her legs' muscles contracted. I felt my sac contract and my abs flexed as I deposited a week's worth of teasing, rubbing, grinding, and edging deep into her. To say that it was a hell of a lot was an understatement. If I'm honest, I was surprised she took as much as she did, since even my knot wasn't enough to dam her up for long.
Her entrance twitching around the back of my knot from the strain, I felt - and almost heard - my cum spilling out of her, splattering my balls and thighs. I was gasping for breath by the time it was over, and wouldn't have been surprised if, once my blindfold came off, my balls looked like raisins.
Fiona came down from her orgasm shortly after, and she pulled me in close, her hand holding the back of my neck as she kissed me fiercely, gasping and groaning heavily from the effort we'd both gone through all week, just for this moment. We collapsed; I pulled my knees in for a bit better support so that I didn't accidentally yank my knot out of her, and both of Fiona's arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she broke our kiss and I felt her bury her face into my neck.
Vaguely, I noticed a mild pain on my wrist from where the rope had dug into it, but I was pretty punch-drunk at this point, so it was hard to give half a shit. Fiona was squeezing me weakly as she pulled back, still shaking, before I felt the blindfold get pulled off of my face. I squinted against the glare of the lamp nearby, but it was the only source of light, and I was able to see properly after a short time.
"Y'ar'ight?" I slurred, swaying slightly.
"Yuh," she responded, sounding like she'd just come off of a bender, too. I squinted down at her face, smiling a bit stupidly, I'll admit. Fiona didn't seem to care, her eyelids obviously really heavy, her hair spilled out around her head and sticking out at odd angles.
I raised up a little bit, looking down as I made to test the tie, before I noticed something. "You put it in your ass?" I asked, surprised, and straightened up a little more, though I was still a bit dizzy. Sure enough, I was locked into her anally, and I looked back up at Fi, who was grinning as she raised herself up onto her elbows.
"Told ya. I was givin' you a treat," she explained, still slurring just a little bit as she reached down to give my stomach an experimental push, but even with the lube and our combined fluids, there was no pulling out for a good while. "Trained myself all week for it, y'know. Bought a plug, used it to stretch myself in intervals." She laid back again, beckoning me to her. I let out a laugh, and lowered my torso into her arms as she hugged me. "Had it in until I blindfolded you just now. Thought it might've helped you, but I guess that can only do so much..."
I was still laughing gently as she explained it, and I let out a satisfied little hum, moving my arms under Fi's head to support her. "Mmm, well, thanks. Maybe next time we do this, we don't edge me for a full week." She nodded against me in agreement.
"Sorry about your arm."
"Don't start on that; It was our first time doing this. Something was bound to go a little wrong."
"Yeah, that's true... Coulda been worse."
"All things considered, I personally think that went really well. Besides, now we know for the future: Get binding that's less likely to cut into skin." I nuzzled into Fi's neck, letting out another soft little hum. "God, I'm tired..."
"Are you kidding me? I did most of the fucking work." Fiona was smiling though, obviously just teasing me. "Next time, you hold the leash."
"I'll hold you to that, heh." I laughed, and for a little while, we cuddled, long enough for my knot to deflate and pop out of her, giving us both a bit of a shock, but she gave me a push so she could look me in the eye.
"You didn't answer my questions, y'know." I blinked, my head tilting to one side. It was hard to remember things that happened forty-five minutes ago, but I was already getting hard again as Fiona elaborated. "I asked you if you wanted to rut my brains out so I couldn't think for hours. Well, it's been thirty minutes, my brains are still in, and I'm still really fucking horny."
"You wanna go again?" I asked, but I felt a tug at my neck, and she held up her hand, the end of the lead still wrapped around it.
"Who's still holding the leash?" I couldn't help it; I let out another laugh as I relented and sat up.
"You are."
"Good boy." Fiona, her legs still shaking a little bit, rolled over onto her belly so that her back was to me, holding the leash over her shoulder. I saw globs of my cum still dribbling out of her butt and down onto the bed before I looked up and caught her eye. Fi jerked her head over to the desk. "Real quick, grab the wipes and clean yourself a little. Not to kill the mood or anything." I shook my head, understanding completely what she meant, and doing as I was told.
I didn't resist as she pulled me in once I tossed the wipe away, moving my hands under the hem of my shirt she was wearing to pinch my fingers over her nipples. I felt her fingers grip at my dick as she perked her butt up.
It was going to be a long night, and I was okay with that.