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This story was written for Draegwolf as Day #12 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Bondage, and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults, as well as incestuous goings on. :3

The Torment of Kindness

"Poor boy... we've been so bad, haven't we. So mean to you."

Lycan trembled, his cock pulsing, pre-cum dribbling helplessly over the fur of his crotch and lower belly as he stared up at his mother's face. He whined and shook his head, the ball-gag in his muzzle making it impossible for him to answer vocally, but the rusty red furred wolf doing everything in his power to let Miranda know that he didn't feel that way. Or at least, to try and convince her of that fact so she didn't take it as him being ungrateful and thus deserving of even more time locked up like this, edged and teased and tormented without any hope of release. The older wolf smiled, and glanced across the room as the bedroom door creaked open, her daughter, Lycan's sister Shayla joining them on the opposite side of the padded table to which her brother was strapped down.

"I was just telling Lycan how naughty we've been. He doesn't agree, but you know what I think, Shayla? I think he's trying to be nice to us. To spare our feelings, because he's such a sweet, generous, giving soul that doesn't want to inconvenience anyone."

Lycan quaked and tried to shake his head again as his mother spoke and his sister sighed and murmured in agreement. He yelped through the gag in his maw and felt his wrists involuntarily straining at the leather straps wrapped around them as a pair of delicate fingers belonging to one of the two women caressed his aching balls, roiling with weeks worth of unspent seed, hours and hours each day spent with his body being teased and worked to the very brink, but never once allowed to tip over. He had only been let out for specific errands under supervision. For meals with his hands tied behind his back so he wasn't tempted to try and stimulate himself, fed by hand by one of his family members or a visiting, giggling friend of Shayla's. There had been no privacy. No hope of easing his ever building needs. And yet just as he was about to throw back his head and howl in anguished desire at how painfully good the hand teasing his balls felt after so long being denied, that cry caught in the male wolf's throat as he felt another hand upon his body.

His head snapped up as best it could with the restraints around his neck, and his eyes bulged in their sockets as he stared at his mother's hand wrapping itself around the knotted base of his straining cock, while his sister started to squeeze his tender balls a little more firmly.

"Should we apologise to him, Shay?"

Miranda murmured under her breath as her fingers slid up and down the hyper-sensitive bulge of Lycan's knot.

"Should we stop being mean to Lycan? Just for a bit? And instead... be very, very kind to him?"

Shayla was bouncing on the tips of her toes as she nodded eagerly, biting down on her bottom lip in unsuccessfully contained lust.

"Y-yeah..."

She moaned happily to her mother, before turning her lustful gaze on her brother and his straining, dribbling cock.

"Yeah, mom. Let's be nice to Lycan. Let's show him how sweet, and good, and kind we can be."

Seconds later, Lycan was wailing through his gag as his mother's hands shifted from the knotted base of his cock to the shaft, starting to squeeze, stroke and full-on masturbate him in earnest. One of Shayla's paws remained on his balls, but the other rose to fill the void left by Miranda's shifting attention and grappled his knot tightly. For a few perfect seconds, straining and thrashing against the tight leather restraints binding him to the table, Lycan couldn't remember anything about the torment he had endured over the past few weeks. The denial. The edging. The endless, futile need for release that he swore would never come, it was all forgotten in an instant as pure pleasure swamped his senses. All he could hear was the piercing whimpers and shrill but gag-muffled yelps of his own rapture, and the giggling of his sister and mother as they jerked him off hard and fast, and drove the male wolf to a volatile, soul-shatteringly potent orgasm.

"Mmnnhhghhhhhhhhh!!"

Screaming, howling through his gag as saliva dribbled from around the edges of the thick rubber ball holding his jaws apart, Lycan's toes curled and his fingers flexed, clenching into tight fists while his wrists strained at the straps locking him in place. Cum shot forth from his spasming cock, soaring feet into the air with the explosive, long restrained nature of his release. It splattered down again over his bare chest, over his own face, but he didn't care. It felt too good. To cum at all, never mind so spectacularly, felt too amazing for Lycan to be embarrassed by how much of a mess he made of himself, or by the fact it was the same two members of his family who had tied him up and denied him in the first place who were responsible for provoking that orgasm. His hips bucked despite his midsection being strapped down. His balls ached as they fought to drain themselves of every last drop they possessed with Shayla's tender squeezing coaxing yet more seed free with every passing moment. For almost thirty solid seconds the massaging of his knot and the furious pace of his mother's hands jerking his shaft held Lycan at a shuddering, thrashing, inescapably savage peak, before his body reached a point at which it could bear no more, and he fell limply back in his restraints, twitching, gurgling and whining as the pleasure of his orgasm faded towards the post-climactic over-stimulation of the two female wolves' continued touch.

There were a few seconds, a few precious moments, when Lycan was ready to gurgle his gratitude, his sincere and joyous thanks to his mother and sister in the wake of that first orgasm. All the torment that had come before, all the teasing and punishment that had seen him bound and denied for the past few weeks, it had all been leading to this. And for all Lycan's begging and pleading for release both sexually and from the bondage in which he was wrapped up, they all knew that deep down he loved it. Deep down there was no way his family, unrestrained and incestuous as they might have been, would have genuinely held him and done these things to him against his will. He knew it. They knew it. And indeed that was why they were so utterly without restraint in their torment of Lycan. Because as much as he hated it at times, as much as he would have done anything and everything to try and escape these torments, he adored the fact that he couldn't escape them or the sweet, intoxicating humiliation which he had found himself drawn to all his adult life.

For that reason, while Lycan was genuinely ready to thank his mother and sister for their attention and now for the release they had granted him, he was so much happier when he felt the hands around his cock, his knot and even his balls tighten their grip. He might have howled and begun to thrash around; fighting, kicking, flailing in his restraints as his mother jerked his spent, over-stimulated cock harder still and his sister massaged his knot in blatant disregard for how agonisingly intense the pleasure it provoked was. But though he tried to scream and beg through his gag, though he shook his head and kicked out with his feet in their bonds, twisting and turning and trying anything to escape their continued stimulation of his overworked body, deep down inside there was a vast part of Lycan that was howling not in anguish, but in gratitude. In pure elation as he realised what Miranda and Shayla had in store for him, and revelled in the truth of their merciless kindness.

For three and a half long, tortuous minutes Lycan was jerked and squeezed and rubbed through the potent agony of his over-stimulated and hyper-sensitive cock. In that short eternity he screamed louder and fought harder than he had at any point in the last few weeks, begging through the gag for the stimulation to stop just as he had spent days upon days pleading to be able to cum after yet another bout of protracted, blue-balled edging. There came a moment though, one that until that very instant Lycan's body had assured him would never arrive, promising only more and more unbearable over-sensitivity that would drive him insane. It did come eventually however, and in that fraction of a second, a switch was flipped inside the wolf's quaking body.

His eyes bulged. His thrashing body arched its back and grew rigid, perfectly still aside from a violent, almost seizing shudder that ran up his spine. All the overstimulated discomfort, all the hyper-sensitive, overwhelming sensation his body was being forced to endure, in a split-second it flipped back around to pure, brutally intense pleasure, and gag or not Lycan's scream of ecstasy echoed through the room in which he was tied up and across the house beyond as his mother and sister's hands worked him through an even more relentlessly intense, lengthy and ball-draining orgasm. His screams were so wild and frenzied there were moments when it sounded like Lycan was almost laughing, whining and yipping in mirthful disbelief over how incredible it felt, how impossibly amazing it was that he was being made to cum again so soon, and so hard.

Much as it felt like it could though, the pleasure of that latest orgasm didn't last forever. It too trailed off eventually as the even stickier and more breathless wolf whined and gasped, only to whimper in a mixture of gratitude and ever so slight sorrow when his mother and sister released their grip on his genitals. There was part of him that was relieved, of course. But another part, the same twisted part that got him rock hard whenever he knew that one of his family members were about to taunt, tease, expose or otherwise use him sexually, had sincerely hoped that their kindness would go even further than it already had.

Instead he saw his sister's smiling face looking down over his, and felt her fingers unfastening the straps of his ball-gag. He gently flexed and then closed his jaw once able, opening it to speak again but feeling Shayla's finger fall across his lips and simply whimpering obediently. Her finger slipped away, and Shayla's eyes sparkled with lust as while her brother watched she began to climb her naked body up onto the table, and straddled his now exposed muzzle and tongue.

"You've been so patient, Lycan. So good."

She whispered, tousling the wolf's hair as he stared up, transfixed by the sight of her glistening pussy over his maw, the scent of her arousal already permeating his senses.

"But, you don't have to wait any more. Me and mom are gonna take care of you. We're gonna be so, so nice to you..."

Even as Shayla echoed her and Miranda's earlier words, Lycan could feel more weight being added to the padded table to which he was strapped. He felt furred flesh brush against his thighs, and a breathless yelp of desperation, of joy, and of terrified over-sensitive anguish tore itself from his muzzle as he suddenly felt warmth and wetness against the tip of his cock, an instant before his mother sank herself down onto his still rock hard, impossibly overworked erection.

"You're gonna cum for us, and with us..."

Shayla added as she lowered her own body down and muffled Lycan's continued cries with her own pussy as Miranda began to rock back and forth upon her son's knotted shaft with growls of her own pleasure.

"...and you're not gonna stop, we're not going to stop making you cum, until we've given you all the kindness that a sweet, sexy fuck-toy like you deserves."

By Jeeves

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