Deprived
Kiba is bound and alone. But for just how long, before their lover returns to offer them sweet release at last?
This story was written for Level000. It contains sexual acts involving a consenting adult hermaphrodite, involving bondage and dom/sub play. <3
Deprived
"I'll be right back."
Soft words whispered into Kiba's ears went unanswered, the ball-gag in the wolf's muzzle preventing any meaningful response as their lover slipped away into the darkness. Of course, the darkness was a result of the blindfold wrapped around the wolf's face, tied tightly and ensuring that no matter whether their eyes were open or closed, the herm's world was one utterly without form.
At first, Kiba knew exactly where they were. Sitting in their mate's bedroom, the quadruped wolf resting on their haunches with the softness of cool bedsheets beneath them. They could picture the room in which they were waiting. The mirror on the far wall. The dressing table and drawers. The closet. The wicker chair in one corner. Doors to the en suite and the upstairs hallway of the house. But with their eyes incapable of seeing that oh so familiar setting, each passing second sapped at the memory of that place. Details that had seemed so specific and clear before grew hazy and confused. Had the cologne bottle been resting on the right side of the dresser, or the left? Was the bathroom door standing ajar or firmly closed? The bedsheets upon which Kiba was sitting right now... what colour had they been?
Kiba swallowed thickly, feeling the pressure of the collar wrapped around their neck as they took a deep, trembling breath around the gag. A soft whine escaped the wolf's muzzle through the thick ball of rubber holding their toothy jaws apart, and Kiba tried to lift one forepaw from the bed to cast aside a slight itch building on the tip of their nose. Almost immediately the sound of clinking metal reached their sharp ears, and another whine issued forth as they realised that they couldn't do as they'd planned. Their paws were bound. Not one but two sets of leather cuffs binding not just forelegs, but all four of the wolf's limbs, connected by two criss-crossing steel chains. The itch grew a little in intensity, and with a slightly louder whine Kiba realised that with their paws tied up and their muzzle gagged, they had no way of dealing with it. No way of stopping it. Somehow they had gotten this far into what their lover had asked them to do without realising just how much they had allowed themself to be incapacitated. Without recognising until now just how powerless they had been rendered.
Their eyes bulged behind the blindfold, and Kiba tried to call out. A muffled and utterly senseless grunting that seemed to achieve nothing but sending trickles of saliva running down around the edges of the ball-gag holding their jaws wide apart, the wolf blushing shamefully as they felt the warm droplets of their own drool running down their chin and falling into the fluffy fur upon their chest. They fell silent again. Waiting for an answer. Waiting for their mate to return. To reassure them. Perhaps even to take off the ball gag for a minute or so and let them ask to have their nose scratched.
No such answer came though. In fact no answer of any kind reached Kiba's ears, and as that little tickle of an itch turned to a more intense and almost throbbing ache, the wolf's whining reached such a fever pitch that it hurt even Kiba's own ears. Finally, there was nothing else to do. No choice, but to act in whatever way still available to them, however demeaning and goofy. Gently, or as gently as was realistically possible given their bound, almost hog-tied limbs, Kiba lowered their face down to the bedding below them. To those sheets, pale blue... or... no, had they been light green? The wolf frowned as even those details began to escape their mind, head shaking from side to side even before it was close enough to begin rubbing its nose against the smooth, soft fabric.
It wasn't dignified, indeed it was downright embarrassing to be reduced to scratching an itch in such a way, like some feral dog, but it was the only thing that Kiba could do. Even when the itch was gone, wiped away by a few firm strokes of their snout against the bedsheets, the herm still had to take almost a minute dragging themself back up to their feet, barely able to gain purchase enough to push themself upright again with their limbs bound as they were. And when finally they did find themself upright once more, Kiba's head found itself spinning slightly in a brief moment of vertigo when they realised that in those shuffling movements that they had made, it was no longer clear in which direction they were now facing.
Disoriented and unsettled, embarrassed and unsure as to why they had agreed to any of this in the first place, Kiba tried to call out again. More urgently, insistently this time; letting their mate know that if they were standing and watching from close by, revelling in their lover's lack of self-determination, now was the time to stop and to react more tenderly.
Still no response. Kiba groaned. Where could he have been? Where could he have gone? He said he would be right back, why wasn't he? Or... was he, and all of this was just a test?
A shudder ran down Kiba's spine in that moment, and despite their growing nervousness and frustration with this whole scenario, the wolf felt their tail beginning to wag slightly, hearing it thumping against the bedding below them. For the first time since that itch had distracted them, Kiba actually recalled the reason why they were tied up like this. Why they had so willingly agreed to let themself be bound and gagged and blindfolded. Their cheeks flushed, and another, softer whine slipped through their gagged maw.
Sex.
All of this... all that they were doing right now, they were doing for the sake of sex.
This wasn't some torture or punishment. At least, it hadn't begun that way. It was meant to be erotic. Pleasurable. Fun.
Kiba's cock throbbed between their legs.
All this time, they'd been hard. Of course they had. How could they not be. Their heart was thundering within them. They could feel their blood rushing around their body at breakneck speeds, and as a result their erection felt as steely hard and desperate for release as they could ever recall. Never mind whether it had been arousal or simple adrenaline powering that desire for the last... well, however long they'd been waiting here for their lover's return. It made no difference to how hungrily they found themself reacting now as the realisation of their own continued excitement swept through the wolf's shaking form.
Closing their eyes, a pointless but symbolic gesture under the circumstances, Kiba focused on their arousal. They tuned out the rest of the world, a relatively easy task under the circumstances, and tried to calm themself by fixating upon the rigid length of flesh between their legs. The pointed tip of their member was already dripping pre-cum, Kiba now able to recognise and hone in on the sensation of that warm, slick arousal dribbling down the underside of its length. The base was already thickening. Throbbing more urgently than the length itself in the beginnings of its knot. And of course, that was just the herm's male side. Below their sheath, below the swollen and fluffy furred balls that hung heavy and tight beneath that straining length, Kiba could feel a different ache of desire. Something slightly soothed by its outer limits being pressed down against the cool bedding, but still longing for more. For something to occupy it. To caress and touch it, and hopefully ultimately fill it.
Kiba whined once more, but no longer in fear or nervousness. They whined in desire. In longing. They whined with lust, and with loneliness as they awaited their lover's return so that he could do to their bound body precisely as he pleased, so long as he did something.
But, he didn't.
At least, not immediately. Not soon enough for Kiba's liking.
The wolf remained alone in their bondage and lustful solitude, and time passed.
*********
Kiba couldn't keep track of the passing seconds. The passing minutes. The passing hours. Had there even been hours? Surely there had. It felt like an eternity had passed since their lover's promise. He had said he'd be right back, so... not much time at all could have passed, right? He wouldn't lie. He wouldn't deliberately mislead Kiba.
Unless, of course, that was what the wolf was meant to think.
Squirming and whimpering, biting down on their ball-gag with a growl half of anger and half of lust, Kiba suddenly had visions of the bedroom beyond their blindness. Everything was in shades of grey, hazy as the world remained vague and uncertain in their state of sensory deprivation, but one thing was crystal clear. A pair of eyes watching, perhaps seated in the wicker chair that occupied one corner of the room. Their mate. Or... at least, that was the assumption. Kiba's cheeks burned crimson however as another thought passed through their mind rapidly on the coat-tails of the first. What if it wasn't. What if the figure observing them, if indeed such a person even existed, was not their mate. Or not just their mate, at the very least.
Though they could not see anything, the wolf could suddenly feel eyes all over them. Probing. Watching. Admiring. Desiring.
Their cock strained and ached humiliatingly. Droplets of arousal trickled from their pussy to the bedding below. They squirmed where they were seated upon the bed, and countless eyes drank in every motion and reaction they made to being used in this way. A piece of living art, put on display without knowledge or prior agreement. They had friends. Kiba's lover had friends who would have delighted in such a situation. Standing around and silently admiring the wolf in such a state. Delighting in their anonymity, but at the same time able to act freely and without consequence.
How many hands were resting upon cocks right now, stroking themselves to the sight of Kiba's desperate solitude? How many fingers were grazing tender clits, swollen nipples, and longing to reach out and touch the blind, immobile wolf just to see how crazy it would drive them to be granted even a moment of contact from another living creature, their mate or not.
Kiba tried to gurgle a plea through their gag. Their hips bucked, cock thrusting forward slightly, slapping up against their underbelly and letting loose a thick ribbon of pre-cum. Surely no-one could resist such a tempting target. Surely their mate, or some other observer had to be tempted enough to reach out and grab it. To stroke it. To squeeze it. To suckle upon it. And if only they'd do that, if only they'd take that first step... oh god, the things Kiba would let them do. Anything. Any hole. Just so long as they didn't stop touching the wolf. Just so long as they didn't leave Kiba alone again.
And yet, no-one stepped forward. No-one moved to take advantage of the wolf's desire or shameless, slutty self-promotion.
Because there was no-one there.
Kiba's fantasy faded. It sank to the back of the wolf's mind as fast as they had drawn it forth, and once again Kiba found themself alone.
The herm shuddered. Whined. Not in a plea any more, but simply in sorrow and confusion. What were they doing here? Why had they let it get this far? How had they been so on board right from the start, not once considering just how... impossible a situation they could be putting themself into?
Kiba felt their heart pounding against their chest as though fighting to break free. Weakly, helplessly they tugged at their leather straps affixed to their limbs. Their cock throbbed, and they whimpered bashfully. They loved bondage. They loved being tied up, restrained and left without any agency as someone acted upon or around them. But, normally that desire was reliant upon precisely that. Upon someone acting, someone responding to their inability to move or struggle by claiming their body and doing as they wished with it. This however, this total lack of a response, it was new territory for Kiba, and the wolf truly didn't know how comfortable or entirely _un_comfortable they were with that fact.
Did they hate this? Did they love it? The throbbing and drooling of their nether regions seemed to suggest that it was turning them on, but the uncertainty, the fear... this wasn't normally what they felt during even the most intense bouts of sex. Kiba trusted their mate without question, yet with their vision stripped away, with their inability to have any influence on the outcome of the situation, even as little as simply knowing the layout and occupancy of the room around them, had that trust abandoned them so quickly?
No.
No, it hadn't.
It couldn't. Kiba simply would not let it.
The wolf calmed themself. They took another deep breath, feeling the pressure of the collar tighten around their neck and the air being sucked in around their gag as they did so. Again Kiba closed their eyes, trying their very hardest to settle their body and their mind alike. However long it took, whatever he was doing, even if it was just a big effort to tease and get Kiba worked up, the wolf wouldn't let their trust in the man they loved fade or diminish. No matter how long it took, no matter how desperately they wanted their mate to be back with them, touching and pleasuring them in that very moment, they would be patient, and they would be ready to welcome him with a muffled yelp of joy the very second he returned.
They waited.
Kiba waited, and time passed.
*********
Any second now, he'd walk through that door.
Any second now.
Kiba braced themself, waiting for the moment when their lover would strike out of nowhere, silent to the very last instant before pouncing upon them, rolling the wolf over and plunging their cock deep into Kiba's swollen, dripping wet pussy. The wolf's whole body shuddered at the very idea, and a strained yelp escaped through their gag as for a fraction of a second the fantasy became so visceral that Kiba's pussy actively started to clamp and clutch around the phantom cock inside it.
But, in reality, there was nothing. No-one. Not a sign nor sound of the wolf's mate returning.
Kiba wasn't worried any more. They weren't scared. They were increasingly one thing, and one thing alone.
Horny.
They wanted to cum. They wanted to be made to cum. Forced. Driven so wild, so hard and so fast to the brink of climax and beyond that it would break them. Drive them mad in their ecstasy. And in their current state, that could so easily happen. It could strike them at any moment. A hand wrapping itself out of nowhere around their swollen and throbbing cock, grasping at its knotted base and milking, squeezing until Kiba erupted with shrill, muffled howls of bliss. A paw tugging at their collar from behind, denying them even the breath to cry out as a vibrating toy plugged their pussy and a hot, thick, lubricated cock began to hump their ass.
Kiba's paws scrabbled and clutched at the bed beneath them as they were beset by fantasies of a leash being clipped to their collar while they remained blind. Dragging them off the bed. Forcing them to crawl sightlessly along the floor with hands and feet still bound together, helplessly trusting in the man leading their body out of the bedroom. Down the stairs and out of the front door. At any moment someone could see them. Someone would see them, and laugh, and stare, and watch as they yelped and whined in humiliation, but stayed close to their master's heel like the obedient pup they were.
The wolf had no control over any of this. For all they knew, every fantasy to cross their mind was as likely and possible as any other. Anything could happen, because minutes or hours or days or months or years ago, however the hell long it had been since they were left sitting and waiting for their lover's return, they couldn't ever have imagined this happening. Themself being left here alone, helpless and alone, so ready for anything that their lover could possibly ask them to be a part of, so long as it meant being a part of something.
Shaking and throbbing and whimpering near constantly now, tail sweeping and thumping from side to side as they sat in that otherwise silent space, Kiba was growing increasingly tempted by the allure of their own body. If their lover wouldn't please them, then they could do it for themself. Bound as their paws were they were still close enough to their crotch to provide a surface against which to hump. And indeed even as that thought crossed their mind, Kiba found themself toppling over. Falling willingly to their side, then rolling onto their belly, ass up, head laid out flat against the bedding, forelegs tied to the rear ones and thus pinned down against their stomach, located in the same space now occupied by the wolf's thick and aching erection.
Once they humped. Once they felt their body's hips buck, pussy clenching, balls tightening, arousal dripping from every relevant hole as soft and trembling paw-pads made contact with the tip of Kiba's cock. But then, with a frantic yelp of horror, they stopped. They sprang back upright, or at least tried to, scrabbling and scrambling with their bound limbs to fight their way back into a sitting position, looking nervously around and shaking their head wildly.
What if he was here. What if this had all been a test to see how patient Kiba could be, how obediently they would wait for their lover. What if the wolf's mate had been returning right now to reward the obedient sub for their restraint and respectfulness of his rules, only to see them humping at themself, and now planned on making them wait the same length of time again before trying a second time.
Kiba couldn't bear that. They couldn't go through all of this all over again. Shaking their head wildly like a feral dog trying to escape a muzzle, whining and yelping and even snarling as they bit and tried in vain to escape the gag and tell their lover that they were sorry, their whole body thrashed upon the bed. It was a wonder they didn't simply go tumbling off the edge, but they struggled and fought until almost a minute later they had achieved nothing but making their wrists, ankles and jaw ache, and were too exhausted to do anything more but sink back down to the bedding and whimper softly.
They just wanted the man they loved. His touch. His scent. His voice. His very presence. Just that, just any one of of those things to let them know he was here, and everything would be okay again. More than that, even. Everything would be perfect.
But, no. For whatever reason, Kiba remained alone. Body quaking with arousal, mind wracked with giddy desire and mournful loneliness all at once.
The herm's lithe limbs tugged at their restraints. The wolf's sharp teeth gnawed upon the gag prising their jaws open. Their cock pulsed and drooled its pre while their pussy did much the same with its own lustful fluids, and they waited.
They couldn't bring themself to fight any more in case they were being watched and judged upon good behaviour, but... they couldn't bring themself not to fight in case it was the struggle, the amount of their need upon display which might coax their watching, silent lover into action.
So they waited.
And waited.
*********
Kiba sat in a void.
It might once have been a bed, but no longer. There were no forms left that they could recall. No shapes to the world around them, only the darkness pressing in all around their head from the blindfold.
The wolf was aware of a time when they had felt other things. Things that weren't arousal, desire, the need for companionship, but... what those things might have been, they were as much a blur as the room in which they supposedly were seated.
At any given moment their mind was awash with fantasies, or at least the memory of such fantasies. Dreams and wishes of their body being touched and used and claimed in all manner of ways. But none lasted, for it took just a moment of clarity amongst those longing hopes to have Kiba realise that they were still false.
They wanted it to be over. To be done. To have this whole fiasco brought to an end, and for their lover to simply let them know what he had been planning all this time.
And yet... the longer it persisted, the more their frustration and loneliness grew, so too did their arousal continue to spread and swell and overwhelm them. Not once did their cock soften. Not once did their pussy cease aching and pleading to be filled. Not for a moment as they waited did their tail cease its eager, lustful wagging as their whole body quivered in endless, boundless anticipation.
The more that the wolf was denied and deprived of even the most basic stimulation, the ability to see, to move, to act on their own impulses at will, the more their body and mind and their very spirit were willing to devote themselves wholly to their mate, if only he would rescue them. The more Kiba was kept from acting or reacting, the more incredible they knew it would be when the time finally came and that chance was at long last granted to them. And thus as much as they were desperate to be freed, to be set loose or have their lover set loose upon them, there was always a part of Kiba dwelling just below the surface and wordlessly begging not to be fulfilled.
Not yet.
Just a little longer.
Just a little more time, to get themself ever more worked up and unprepared for the moment when it finally came.
Seconds more slipped by.
Minutes passed.
How long would they have to wait?
How much longer could they bear it?
Silence aside from their heavy, ragged breathing and the occasional clinking of the metal holding their leather-bound limbs together.
Stillness aside from the squirming of their body, the twitching of their cock, the curling of their toes.
Darkness. Complete, unrelenting, concealing even the most simple and potentially reassuring knowledge. Hiding the entire world away from Kiba, until they could barely recall its existence through the haze of their own arousal and frustration.
More time passed.
More.
More.
Nothing happened.
Nothing changed.
No noise. No motion. No sight. No anything, except for Kiba's hunger, and Kiba's unfettered hope.
Still nothing.
Still, no change.
No relief.
No stimulation for a body and mind so bereft that even the motions and sounds of their own body was now enough to make Kiba jump, and yelp through their gag in shock.
It was too much.
The nothingness, the absolute quiet, it was deafening. Blinding. It drove them wild, more and more so as unforgivably time failed to freeze, and simply ticked on by. Second by second, on and on and on.
Nothing.
And nothing.
And just a little more nothing.
Kiba sat there, shaking, drooling, panting and trembling upon the verge of orgasm not through excess of stimulation but from its absolute denial, and both revelled in and dismayed at the absolute absence still assailing their every moment.
And then...
At last.
The wolf took a deep breath, holding it in frenzied anticipation as behind their blindfold their eyes bulged.
Finally, and after an unknowable eternity of waiting in the silence, the stillness, the darkness...
...
...
...it continued.
Nothing changed, and while the rush of air left Kiba's lungs in shuddering bursts amidst yet more straining and throbbing of their thickly knotted cock, their solitude lingered as yet more time passed.
By Jeeves
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