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"Please, come on!" Lupine toes gnarled as if afflicted with arthritis. "It's been way too long ..." His chest jerked and his whiskers caught a couple of drops of spittle. "I need it so bad!"

Being in a dom-sub relationship as the bottom was exhilarating. And torturous. Mostly exhilarating, but there were moments he regretted asking his boyfriend to become his master. Another Thursday had rolled by and, as luck would have it, the dice decided that today his orgasm was going to be ruined. The last four Thursdays were better, in a way - he was edged without release, but at least he didn't ejaculate pleasurelessly. Of course, each Thursday that went by without orgasm made him hornier ...

"Yo--You can ruin next week, come on!" His tummy sucked in and released at a manic pace as he hyperventilated, each breath tapering off with a high-pitched grunt. "Arrrghhh!!" With a devious smile, his foxy partner had started massaging his sweet spot and caressing his ballsack with the claws of the other paw. "No, please, please!" The wolf twisted and squirmed in his restraints, though his master's paw kept his desperate manhood in one spot, a despairing drop of precum oozing out of the boy's piss slit and tracing a serpentine path down his shaft to disappear into his virile pubes.

"Hush, silly," said the fox, the corner of his mouth curling. "Remember, this is what we both agreed to." The vulpine broke eye contact with the wolf's wild wide eyes and focused on his frenulum - that area would always provoke the most intense, satisfying orgasms ... Or the worst ruined ones.

The wolf's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his muzzle let out a guttural, deep grunt. "Ugh ... No, no, please ..." He sputtered, his lips vibrating as drops of saliva splattered all over his white chest fur. "Not there ... It's bad ... there!" His hips buckled and quivered, the headboard behind him jittering as he tugged on his restraints with all his might, the tendons in his neck and the crooks of his elbows bulging through his furry skin.

Grabbing his cock by the bottom half of the engorged length, the vulpine tormentor circled the corona - the ridge around his cockhead, another devastatingly sensitive spot. The last time that area was stimulated was when he allowed a full orgasm, and the cumshot was never-ending and immensely satisfying, even without any strokes of the shaft. The memory of that ejaculation got the best of him, and the wolf raised his hips sensuously, only for his boyfriend to retract his paws.

Amidst more frenetic pelvic thrusting and whimpering, the fox spoke. "Bad boy! Keep your butt down ... If you do that again, I won't use the dice and ruin you for the next month every Thursday!" His ears became flat against his skull as his whimpers descended in volume and pitch, and his ass jerkily sunk back into the mattress as if entering bathwater that was a bit too hot.

"That's a good boy ..." The fox's nimble fingers wrapped themselves around the wolf cock ... All it took was one stroke. His toes flexed and curled as he kicked with all his might and grunted hoarsely in an almost demonic tone, his ankle restraints at their limit. "Getting close, are we?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" said the captive wolf, his hips trembling and resisting the urge to fuck his master's paw and empty his balls, two sweat-matted bangs on his forehead bobbing up and down. "Please, come on!" His voice was shaky, and his eyes appeared wet. "It's been a month, you can ruin next week, I promise I'll be good!" The vibration from his unsteady hips caused another glob of precum to race down his shaft.

"What did you say a year ago?" A vulpine thumb pressed down on the back of the base of his cock and glided up the shaft, squeezing out a viscous, continuous stream of crystal-clear precum. "Gotta get all this outta the way so you can shoot your load without enjoying it ..." It was true - if he ejaculated while there was pre in his shaft, the first spurt felt good, even if stimulation was ceased. "Like I said, what was our agreement a year ago?" A black, foxy claw went up the wolf's frenulum, and with an intense tightness in his chest, the lupine let out a pained breath through an O-shaped muzzle. "You said you were giving up all potential pleasure in exchange for _my_personal satisfaction, right?"

The restrained canid blinked twice and whimpered. "Yes ..." He subdued the desperate quakes that tortured his orgasm-deprived body, forcing his paws to uncurl and his toes to relax. "I want to please you, Master ..." He prepared himself to say it. Shutting out every carnal, bodily desire, he let the oxygen of the deep breath restrain his lust. "Ruin my orgasm, Sir." Closing his eyes, his heart seemed to beat faster in his ears, and his cheeks smoldered.

"Attaboy." Another rivulet of precum was coaxed out of his cock with a firm, gradual tug - a ruined orgasm meant just that; he would not be allowed a second of pleasure. "All right, one more edge ..." Foxy fingers wrapped themselves around the throbbing wolf cock, finger by finger, and started pumping, the drained precum acting as lube.

The wolf furrowed his brows. A part of him wanted to beg, plead, yell, scream, and screw his boyfriend's paw and shoot thick, massive ropes of lupine seed all over the bedroom. After all, he had been edged without release the past four Thursdays, and he hadn't been allowed to cum otherwise - the orgasm today would be huge and infinitely enjoyable. But intense erotic pleasure was insignificant compared to his desire to gratify his master.

"OK, OK, stop ... !" To prevent accidents, the wolf clamped down on his pelvic muscles with the strength of an ox. The fox's paw immediately withdrew, thin lines of sticky precum stretching between different heights of his shaft and his paw pad. Maintaining his clench, he felt the semen pooling in the base of his cock draining back into somewhere deep in his groin. "Fuck, that was close ..." Steadily releasing the pressure on his crotch muscles, his six-pack became less prominent.

"Such a good boy." Vulpine furry fingers and rubbery pads found themselves wrapping around his engorged cock once again. "Are you willing to give up every second of pleasure for me?" The wolf nodded while drawing in wheezy breath, eyes closed. "Good boy." Once more, he squeezed his fingers one by one in a snakelike pattern, cajoling another thick string of precum out of the lupine's manhood. "Can't have any of this there ..." As soon as the last drop of pre had departed his urethra and was creeping down his glans, the handjob started, the fox's paw dragging the large canid's foreskin up and down, the vulpine's shoulders rising and falling as he smiled devilishly each time the wrinkly skin bunched up at the top.

The wolf's ears perked up and his nostrils flared, and for a split second, the carnal fire in his loins outpowered his determination - his butt jittered, and he thrust into his boyfriend's warm paw pads, his cockhead throbbing. "NO!" The reprimanding cry was followed by a steady, static paw and a whimper of submission and repentance. "Do not. Move." Down went the wolf's ass as he sniveled. "Good boy ..."

The handjob resumed and it all took was a few strokes for the wolf to be on the edge. A part of his mind was conspiring to suppress any signs of how close he was to climax and when the moment came, to violently thrust into his master's paw and enjoy the first spurt or two before the rest shot out without stimulation. But he knew better than that ... No. He was going to give up all his pleasure.

"Ngggh... I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he snarled, having crossed the point of no return. The corner of the fox's maw curled upwards as the captive lupine's ballsack pulled into his groin and his toes curled into an impossibly tight, white-knuckled death grip. Another stroke and he felt pressure building in the base of the boy's engorged phallus ... This was the best time. If he stopped stroking any sooner, the discomfort wouldn't be as agonizing and frustrating, and if stimulation went on, he'd enjoy ejaculating.

The fox stopped the rhythmic pawing and grasped the wolfish cock by the base, just in time to feel the seed shooting up his shaft. Baring his teeth, the tormented lupine grunted gutturally as the first white, thick tube shot out of his piss slit, devoid of any satisfaction. His ass shook, resisting the urge to rub against his master's stationary grip. "Attaboy ..." The wolf felt a part of his soul die as a second continuous, dense spurt of jizz cajoled itself out of his manhood, his glans swelling.

"Fuuuuc--" His ballsack pulsed and another massive eruption painfully exited his shaft, coating his shoulders and neck while the fox looked on with very little blinking, unconsciously parting his lips - he had found a keeper. Very few partners would be willing to give up their greatest erotic pleasure for him. A throaty bellow was followed by another disappointing emission; this time, the wolf seed broke up into droplets and caked the top of his sweaty chest, a stray drop tracing a twisted path down his length and becoming one with fox's lustrous, pre-coated paw.

"You're such a good boy." Each time his cock throbbed and ejaculated, the wolf expected a burst of ecstasy. Instead, like with all ruined orgasms, the satisfaction was replaced by a throbbing, dull ache, and the actual feeling of cum leaving his cock burned mildly as if he had an infection. His member jolted again, his urethra pulsing under the stretched skin as his jism was pushed up the exasperated wolf boner, only to be wasted in a whimper.

For the rest of the wolf's ruined ejaculation, the vulpine removed his paw from his pleading erection and placed both paws on furry, restrained thighs, resting his chin on the bed, his nose inches away from the lupine's ballsack. The fox smiled as he took in the smell of his boyfriend's spunk and musky scrotum, watching his asshole contract and his groin lurch as another spurt of dissatisfaction shot out of his now unsupported cock, the errant blob succumbing to gravity while in the air and covering his pubic hair - a droplet even landed on the fox's snout which was readily licked up.

Mercifully, the boy's orgasm started to wane, the last few squirts dribbling out and coating his entire shaft in a uniform, semi-transparent, milky-white layer. For a few second, his dick stayed motionless except for the mild throbs in unison with his heartbeat, not losing its erection. "Good boy ... Still have some more for me?" Almost as if on command, his tortured, pleasure-deprived cock shook and managed to ejaculate one last time, teasing the boy a final time with a copious yet excruciating, unpleasant gush of semen.

"Oh, my God, th--that was horrible," said the wolf, shuddering in his restraints and flexing his cramped toes, his boner gradually deflating.

Taking his hands off his boyfriend's furry, muscular thighs, the fox placed his cheeks in his paws and used his elbows and the mattress to support his head. "I know ... But you've made a mess of everything as usual." A grin appeared on the fox's face - the wolf could tell something was up. "So, first we gotta get you cleaned up ..."

"Cleaned up? Oh, okay!" The wolf's eyes lit up. The last time, his boyfriend "cleaned up" his cock by using his muzzle to lick everything off.

"No need to get excited, my mouth ain't going anywhere near you ..." He got up and approached his wrist restraint and unfastened the Velcro. "Just clean yourself off in the shower while I watch ... And no funny business, I don't want you enjoying yourself in there ..." The other strap came off with a trsschht.

The wolf sighed heavily and lowered his head, rubbing the sweaty, messy patch of fur on his wrist. "Fine."